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You can't dingleberry that! That's a flagrant misuse of the dingleberry! I dingleberry you calling her!

The thing about chameleoning your way through life is that it gets to where nothing is real.

"Dude, you're such a geek. And that's coming from an overweight Star Trek fan who scored a 5 on the AP Calculus test. So you know your condition is grave"

"You can love someone so much," he thought. "But you can never love people as much as you can miss them."

"What is the point of being alive if you don't at least try to do something remarkable?"

"Books are the ultimate Dumpees: put them down and they’ll wait for you forever; pay attention to them and they always love you back."

"Hold on." He grabbed a pencil and scrawled excitedly at the paper as if he'd just made a mathematical breakthrough and then looked back up at me. "I just did some calculations, and I've been able to determine that you're full of shit."

He anagrammed "yrs forever" until he found one he liked :sorry fever. And then he lay there in his fever of sorry and repeated the now memorized note in his head and wanted to cry, but instead he only felt this aching behind his solar plexus. Crying adds something: crying is you, plus tears. But the feeling Colin had was some horrible opposite of crying. It was you, minus something.

Babies are made through an act that you will eventually will find intriging but for right now will just sort of horrify you, and also sometimes people do stuff that involves baby-making parts that does not actually involve making babies, like for instance kiss each other in places that are not on the face.