I Could Stand Up And Go To

He Responded A Few Minutes Later. Okay. I Wrote Back. Okay. He Responded: Oh, My God, Stop Flirting With Me!

I Just Want To Do Something That Matters. Or Be Something That Matters. I Just Want To Matter.

Do You Ever Wonder Whether People Would Like You More Or Less If They Could See Inside You? But I Always Wonder About That. If People Could See Me The Way I See Myself—if They Could Live In My Memories—would Anyone, Anyone, Love Me?

And People Are Moody, Dude. You Gotta Get Used To Living With People.

You Used," He Said, And Then Took A Sharp Breath, "to Call Me Augustus.