"That's always seemed so ridiculous to me, that people want to be around someone because they're pretty. It's like picking your breakfeast cereals based on color instead of taste."
"If you don't imagine, nothing ever happens at all."
"Poetry is just so emo."he said. "Oh, the pain. The pain. It always rains. In my soul."
"I don't know how I look, but I know how I feel: Young. Goofy. Infinite."
"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 my neck! You mark of Cain! You wretched beast high ceilings and few horsepower!"
"I didn’t need you, you idiot. I picked you. And then you picked me back."