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“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 alone me, and 2. As it happens, I am not gay, and furthermore, 3. Chuck Parson made it out like calling yourself a faggot was the ultimate humiliation, even though there's nothing at all embarrassing about being gay.”

“What I found was an ability to enjoy writing again, because I stopped making it about wanting to be the best, or wanting to be better than some past version of myself, or better than other people I admire a lot who write YA fiction. Instead of seeing it as a pyramid, or something that you're trying to get to the top of; I started seeing it as a huge ball that I'm trying to, like, contribute one layer of paint to. Lots of other people are contributing layers of paint, and through that the ball gets more beautiful and more interesting, and also bigger. And instead of me needing to be at the top of my game somehow, what I can really do I think in the end, is contribute in a small way to a very big conversation that's very old. And that's what art is for me.”

“Le invadió la sensación de quererla y ser querido por ella, sentía el sabor de la adrenalina en el fondo de la garganta, quizá no era definitivo, quizá volvería a sentir sus manos entre las suyas, escucharía su audaz voz chillona conviertiéndose en un susurro para decirle «te quiero» rápidamente y en voz baja como siempre se lo había dicho.”

“Le gustaba llevarme a pasear a orillas de lago, donde contemplábamos las olas rompiendo contra las rocas, y decía que solo había una metáfora y esta era agua rompiendo contra las rocas… Porque decía que tanto el agua tanto las rocas salían perdiendo, y cuando me dejó, dijo que ella era el agua, y yo las rocas, y que lo único que íbamos a conseguir era chocar uno contra el otro hasta que no quedara nada de ninguno de los dos… Y cuando puntualicé que el agua no sufría el menor efecto negativo por erosionar lentamente las rocas, admitió que era cierto, pero me dejó igualmente.”

“¿Cómo puedes romper una promesa y quedarte tan campante? A veces la gente no es consciente de lo que esta prometiendo… Claro, por supuesto, pero aún así mantienes la promesa. Eso es el amor. El amor es mantener las promesas pase lo que pase. ¿No crees en el amor verdadero? No contesté, porque no sabía que contestar, pero pensé que si el amor verdadero existía, la suya era una buena definición.”

“Seeing your past - or a person from your - can for me at least be physically painful. I'm overwhelmed by a melancholic ache - and I want the past back, not matter the cost. It doesn't matter that it won't come back; that it never even actually existed as I remember it - I want it back. I want things to be like they were, or like I remember them having been: Whole. But she doesn't remind me of the past, for some reason, she feels present tense”

“You can't fight mental health bias if you label people based on a lists of symptoms and you have no medical degree to diagnose people. We all have crazy running through our blood and so many things trigger that. We all struggle with our anxiety and twisted issues. Defamation of character is not kind, nor Christlike. Because when you label people with self righteous vindication you open the door to the very idea that self righteousness is itself a disorder that we should all be afraid of. This doorway when left open too long gets people to pull away from Christ, not run to him.”

“I'd pick you, I say. Fuck it, I do pick you. I want you to come over to my house in twenty years with your dud and your adopted kids and I want our fucking kids to hang out and I want to, like, drink wine and talk about the Middle East or whatever the fuck we're gonna want to do when we're old. We've been friends too long to pick, but if we could pick, I'd pick you.”

“There is always the risk: something is good and good and good and good, and then all at once it gets awkward. All at once, she sees you looking at her, and then she doesn't want to joke around with you anymore, because she doesn't want to seem flirty, because she doesn't want you to think she likes you. It's such a disaster, whenever, in the course of human relationships, someone begins to chisel away at the wall of separation between friendship and kissing. Breaking down that wall is the kind of story that might have a happy middle - oh, look, we broke down this wall, I'm going to look at you like a girl and you're going to look at me like a boy and we're going to play a fun game called Can I Put My Hand There What About There What About There. And sometimes that happy middle looks so great that you can convince yourself that it's not the middle but will last forever.”