Sunday night, I reread The Catcher in the Rye until I felt tired enough to fall asleep. Only I never got tired enough. And I couldn’t read, because reading didn’t feel the same.

Keep your eyes open, Fox Mulder,” the Major called after him. Before Gimble shut the door, Mulder heard the Major say one last thing. “The truth is out there.

This wasn’t how they talked. They threw things at each other. Insults, jokes, sometimes even remotes. They made war and made peace and made up and made out. They didn’t do things like set ground rules. They didn’t do feelings talk. They didn’t get it out in the open.

No, she certainly is not. She would burst into flames if she set one foot on a good Christian campus, and don’t you forget it.” “Jesus loves everyone, Mom.

Sometimes moving forward changes what’s behind you.

At least no one’s trying to kill anyone. Give them about fifteen minutes.

You’re not the only one falling.

If I had anyone to talk to about it, I knew they would say to give her time. I also knew that was just something people said when there was nothing left to say and nothing you could do.

So this was what girls looked like in the morning.

When I kissed you, I tasted fire. I don’t know what it means. I thought you should know.