I don’t believe in prom,’ I reminded her as she rounded a corner. I expertly angled my raisin bran to accomodate the g-forces. I’d done this before.

Standing before this building, I learn something about fear. I learn that it is not the idle fantasies of someone who maybe wants something important to happen to him, even if the important thing is...

Everybody’s drunk. Ben drunk. Lacey drunk. Radar drunk. Nobody drive. Home by six. Promised Mom. Boo, Sleepy Quentin! Yay, Designated Driver! YESSSS!

What a treacherous thing to believe that a person is more than a person.

pg. 231-232: They’d given me a minivan. They could have picked any car and they picked a minivan. A minivan. O God of the Vehicular Justice, why dost thou mock me? Minivan, you albatross around...

It was a lame string, for sure, but it was the one I had left and every paper girl needs at least one string, right? (58)

A poem can’t do its work if you only read snippets of it.

I’m a big believer in random capitalization. The rules of capitalization are so unfair to the words in the middle. (32)

My heart is really pounding,” I said.”That’s how you know you’re having fun,” Margo said.

To find Margo Roth Spiegelman, you must become Margo Roth Spiegelman. And I had done many of the things she might have done: I had engineered a most unlikely prom coupling. I had quieted the...

Physical space between us evaporates. We play the broken strings of our instruments one last time

It’s easy to like someone from a distance. But when she stopped being this amazing attainable thing or whatever, and started being, like, just a regular girl with a weird relationship with food and frequent...

Margo was so beautiful that even her fake smiles were convincing. (54)

The fundamental mistake I had always made – and that she had, in fairness, always led me to make – was this: Margo was not a miracle. She was not an adventure. She was not...

From the front Rdar announces, “Don’t you go talking bad about GoFast bars. Do you want me to stop this car?””Whenever I eat a GoFast bar,” Ben says, “I’m always like, ‘So this is what...

No you don’t”, she answers, and she is right. She can see it in my face- I understand now that I can’t be her and she can’t be me. Maybe Whitman had a gift I...

We don’t suffer from a shortage of metaphors, is what I mean. But you have to be careful which metaphor you choose, because it matters.

The pleasure isn’t in doing the thing; the pleasure is in planning it.

A Margo for each of us–and each more mirror than window.

On time for us was thirty minutes before actually started, because the half hour before the first bell was the highlight of our social calendars: standing outside the side door that led into the band...

You listen to people so that you can imagine them, and your hear all the terrible and woderful things people do to themselves and to one another, but in the end the listening exposes you...

I think the future deserves our faith. But it is hard to argue with Emily Dickinson.

Here’s what’s not beautiful about it: from here, you can’t see the rust or the cracked paint or whatever, but you can tell what they place really is. You see how fake it all is....

I can almost imagine a happiness without her, the ability to let her go, to feel our roots are connected even if I never see that leaf of grass again.

I spent the next three hours in classrooms, trying not to look at the clocks over various blackboards, and then looking at the clocks, and then being amazed that only a few minutes had passed...

Jesus, kid, you’re almost a detective. All you need now is a gun, a gut, and three ex-wives.

But then again, if you don’t imagine, nothing ever happens at all. Imagining isn’t perfect. You can’t get all the way inside someone else. I could never have imagined Margo’s anger at being found, or...

Porque é o máximo ser uma ideia que agrada a todos. Mas eu nunca poderia ser aquela ideia para mim, não totalmente.

I know it’s impossible for you to see your peers this way, but when you’re older, you start to see them–the bad kids and the good kids and all kids–as people. They’re just people, who...

i’d been in the dark so long I was still craving it.

She loved so much misteries tha she became one

Leaving feels too good, once you leave.

I am thinking that I don’t want this to happen. I don’t want to die. I don’t want my friends to die. And to be honest, as the time slows down and my hands are...

Margo no era un milagro. Ella no era una aventura. No era una cosa bella y preciosa. Era una chica.

I feel like I might start crying and that I’m going to cry pee.

It is so hard to leave-until you leave.

I spy with my little eye a great story.

Oh, the pain. The pain. It always rains. In my soul.

We bring the fucking rain Q, not the scattered showers.

As we walked, I kept taking glances at her through the crowd, quick snapshots: a photographic series entitled Perfection Stands Still While Mortals Walk Past.

The last time I was this scared, I peed myself.””The last time I was this scared,” Radar says, “I actually had to face a Dark Lord in order to make the world safe for wizards.

La manera en la que piensas de una persona no es como ellos realmente son.

I leave, and the leaving is so exhilarating I know I can never go back. But then what? Do I just keep leaving places, and leaving them, and leaving them, tramping a perpetual journey?

You don’t give a shit if people like you.

But I had to kill you, because the only other possible ending was us doing it, which I wasn’t really emotionally ready to write about at ten.”Fair enough,’ I say. ‘But in the revision, I...

Just deleting vandalism on the Chuck Norris page,” Radar said. “For instance, while I do think that Chuck Norris specializes in the roundhouse kick, I don’t think it’s accurate to say, ‘Chuck Norris’s tears can...

That poem is so damned long. You’d think old Walt could have taken a line or two to tell us how to unscrew the door from its jamb.

Getting you a date to prom is so hard that the hypothetical idea itself is actually used to cut diamonds,” I added. Radar tapped a locker twice with his fist to show his approval, and...

And even though it was ridiculously childish, in the end I had to call myself a faggot, which really annoyed me, because 1. I don’t think that word should ever be used by anyone, let...