Greg

“Look. Listen. Use ears I'd be proud to call our own. Listen to the silence behind the engines' noise. Jesus, Sweets, listen. Hear it? It's a love song.

For whom?

You are loved.”
― David Foster Wallace, Girl with Curious Hair

“For adults, summer was different-- flatter, the way everything became flatter when you grew old, like the hills you once sledded and stood on your pedals to climb, like the Christmases and birthdays you once anticipated, even after you discovered they disappointed, again and again, until you became numb to their disappointment.”
― Dana Cann, Ghosts of Bergen County

“Be willing to die for your beliefs, or computer printouts of your beliefs.”
― Don DeLillo, Great Jones Street

“The Eskimos may have a hundred words for snow, but at that moment, I only had two: Fuck. Yeah.”
― Auralie Vierge