Sometimes you just have those days where everything goes wrong. But sometimes, and totally unexpectedly, something can go right.

I didn’t know. I feel sometimes like…there are all these rules. Just to be a person. You know? You’re supposed to carry a shoulder bag, not a backpack. You’re supposed to wear headbands, or you’re not supposed to wear headbands. It’s okay to describe yourself as likeable, but it’s not okay to describe yourself as eloquent. You can sit in the front of the school bus, but you can’t sit in the middle. You’re not supposed to be with a boy, even when he wants you to. I didn’t know that. There are so many rules, and they don’t make any sense, and I just can’t learn them all

That's the problem with life. You never get enough time to stare at your ceiling and try to figure out what's going on.

I liked projects where I could take things apart and figure out exactly how they worked. The problem is, you can't do that with people.

People have to create some sort of art so they have something to think about other than their shitty lives.

Throughout it all, you are still, always, you: beautiful and bruised, known and unknowable.