“This is Teenage madness. Trapped in a room knowing there's more outside. Trapped listening to a teacher talk about Hemingway as if each sentence and word had mythical importance. Trapped knowing she is in the room with me.” — Travis Thrasher Copy Share Image
“Maybe I'll buy a camera and videotape myself 'a la Paranormal Activity style. Then I'll be able to watch myself sleepwalking and getting up… — Travis Thrasher Copy Share Image
“If you knew the world was about to end, what would you say? Or maybe the question should be, if this world was going… — Travis Thrasher Copy Share Image
“I want to cry. Like a serious mushy cry a middle-school girl might do after her favorite vampire couple has a baby or something.” — Travis Thrasher Copy Share Image
“I'll be taking a two-hour after-school class twice a week for seven and a half weeks. After those thirty hours of classroom time, which… — Travis Thrasher Copy Share Image
“Was she always that friendly?" I joke. "She saw Robert. At least I got that out of her." "Maybe she buried him in the… — Travis Thrasher Copy Share Image
“There's no light bulb lit. I half wonder if there's any power to light one. "Aunt Alice?" A round goblin comes out of the… — Travis Thrasher Copy Share Image
“Part of me doesn't even know if we're together. I mean, we are-she likes me, and I want to run off to Mexico with… — Travis Thrasher Copy Share Image
“She believes that going too far is wrong. Yet she's not trying to prove her point; she's just living it out.” — Travis Thrasher Copy Share Image
“What?" I ask. I don't get anything about this day. Everything is just off. "Are you sure?" "Am I sure where I live? Yeah.… — Travis Thrasher Copy Share Image
“We eventually come to a one-story house that looks as though it's on its way to becoming one with the forest surrounding it. "Seriously?"… — Travis Thrasher Copy Share Image
“You spend long moments worrying and wondering only to see the wash up on the shore of a sea of wasted hours. Only to… — Travis Thrasher Copy Share Image
“These pieces of you, imperfectly sewn and patched all over, blur by like a blinding pitch” — Travis Thrasher Copy Share Image
