"Patrick began every night really excited. He always said he felt free. And tonight was his destiny. And things like that... But after a while, the whole thing just wasn't interesting to him anymore, and he ran out of things to keep himself numb."
"So i guess we are who we are for a lot of reasons. And maybe we'll never know most of them. But even if we don't have the power to choose where we come from, we can still choose where we go from there. We can still do things. And we can try to feel okay about them."
“I just want you to know that you’re very special… and the only reason I’m telling you is that I don’t know if anyone else ever has.”
"This one moment when you know you’re not a sad story. You are alive. And you stand up and see the lights on the buildings and everything that makes you wonder. And you’re listening to that song, and that drive with the people who you love most in this world. And in this moment, I swear, we are infinite.”
“No more pencils, no more books, no more teachers' dirty looks, when the teacher rings the bell, drop your books and run like hell”
“Put my head under my pillow, and let the quiet put things where they are supposed to be.”
“I think the idea is that every person has to live for his or her own life an then make the choice to share it with other people. Maybe that is what makes people "participate".”
"So, this is my life. And I want you to know that I am both happy and sad and I'm still trying to figure out how that could be."
"Do you always think this much, Charlie?" "Is that bad?" "Not necessarily. It's just that sometimes people use thought to not participate in life."
"I don't want to start thinking again. Not like I have this last week. I can't think again. Not ever again. I don't know if you've ever felt like that. That you wanted to sleep for a thousand years. Or just not exist. Or just not be aware that you do exist. Or something like that. I think wanting that is very morbid, but I want it when I get like this. That's why I'm trying not to think. I just want it all to stop spinning."
"Sometimes, I look outside, and I think that a lot of other people have seen this snow before. Just like I think that a lot of other people have read those books before. And listened to those songs. I wonder how they feel tonight."
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