So I was ugly. I was never fat, really, and I never wore headgear or had zits or anything. But I was ugly. I don’t even know how ugly and pretty get decided – maybe...

The problem with chameleoning your way through life is that it gets to the point where nothing is real.

It’s just that I learned a while ago that the best way to get people to like you is not to like them too much.

You matter as much as the things that matter to you. And I got so backwards trying to matter to him. All this time, there were real things to care about: real, good people who...