And yet still I worried. I like being a person. I wanted to keep at it. Worry is yet another side effect of dying.

It's just that I learned a while ago that the best way to get people to like you is not to like them too much.

And the moral of the story is that you don’t remember what happened. What you remember becomes what happened.

I enjoy looking at beautiful people, and I decided a while ago not to deny myself the simpler pleasures of existence.

There's no way of knowing that your last good day is Your Last Good Day. At the time, it is just another good day.

If I could just stay alive for a week, I’d know the unwritten secrets of Anna’s mom and the Dutch Tulip Guy.

When she fucked up all those years ago, just a little girl terrified into paralysis, she fell onto the enigma of herself.

It was a lame string, for sure, but it was the one I had left and every paper girl needs at least one string, right? (58)

-Cual es el placer?-La planificacion, supongo. No lo se. Hacer cosas nunca se siente tan bien como esperas que se sentira.

Observation: It would be awesome to fly in a superfast airplane that could chase the sunrise around the world for a while.

Idiotically, it occurred to me that my pink underwear didn’t match my purple bra, as if boys even notice such things.

I'm a big believer in random capitalization. The rules of capitalization are so unfair to the words in the middle. (32)

Dumpers may not always be the heartbreakers, and the Dumpees may not always be the heartbroken. But everyone has a tendency.

WHAT AM I GOING TO DO? Tiny shouts in my ear, and I want to say, "Hopefully, go find a guy who knows there is no u in awesome

Just be happy, and if you can’t be happy, do things that make you happy or do nothing with the people that make you happy.