Part of not being a self-centered asshole, Colin reasoned, is doing things with your friends even when you don't want to.

She's cute, I thought, but you don't need to like a girl who treats you like you're ten: You've already got a mom.

I felt the unfairness of it, the inarguable injustice of loving someone who might have loved you back but can't due to deadness.

I feel like I might start crying and that I'm going to cry pee.

Sure, anyone can name fourteen dead people. But we're disorganized mourners, so a lot of people end up remembering Shakespeare, and no one ends up remembering the person he wrote Sonnet Fifty-five about.

You will not kill my girlfriend today, International Terrorists of Ambiguous Nationality!