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If I could do it again, I would do it differently. But you can't do it again.

All that mattered was him looking at me. I was prepared to fall apart if it came to that.

In the end, everyone loses everyone. There was no invention to get around that, and so I felt, that night, like the turtle that everything else in the universe was on top of.

The secret was a hole in the middle of me that every happy thing fell into.

In bed that night I invented a special drain that would be underneath every pillow in New York, and would connect to the reservoir. Whenever people cried themselves to sleep, the tears would all go to the same place, and in the morning the weatherman could report if the water level of the Reservoir of Tears had gone up or down, and you could know if New York was in heavy boots.

It was worst at night. I started inventing things, and then I couldn’t stop, like beavers, which I know about. People think they cut down trees so they can build dams, but in reality it's because their teeth never stop growing, and if they didn’t constantly file them down by cutting through all of those trees, their teeth would start to grow into their own faces, which would kill them. That’s how my brain was.

I've thought myself out of happiness one million times, but never once into it.

Some things are hard to explain to your parents. Some things are hard to explain, period, but your parents especially are never going to understand them.

The only way we ever know anything about anything is if something goes wrong.

What are we frightened of? Things that can't hurt us at all.

The moment before he started was my favorite moment.