At Some Point As Adults

An Emotion Is A Thought, Yes, An Idea, But It Is Also A Sensation, An Ache In Your Body. Desire, Love, Hate, Fear, Repulsion - You Feel These Things In Your Muscle And Bones, Not Just In Your Mind.

I Love Sports, As All Bostonians Seem To. I Love Books And Movies, As All Writers Seem To.

The Rest-the Vast Majority, Tens Of Thousands Of Days-are Unremarkable, Repetitive, Even Monotonous. We Glide Through Them Then Instantly Forget Them. We Tend Not To Think About This Arithmetic When We Look Back On Our Lives. We Remember The Handful Of Big Days And Throw Away The Rest. We Organize Our Long, Shapeless Lives Into Tidy Little Stories...but Our Lives Are Mostly Made Up Of Junk, Of Ordinary, Forgettable Days, And 'the End' Is Never The End.

The Interior Of A Teenager’s Mind Is An Endless War Between Stupid And Clever.

We Move Through Time Like A Man In A Rowboat, Looking Back Even As We Move Forward.