When you read a book as a child, it becomes a part of your identity in a way that no other reading in your whole life does.
I thought I understood it, that I could grasp it, but I didn’t, not really. Only the smudgeness of it; the pink-slippered, all-containered, semi-precious eagerness of it. I didn’t realize it would sometimes be more than whole, that the wholeness was a rather luxurious idea. Because it’s the halves that halve you in half. I didn’t know, don’t know, about the in-between bits; the gory bits of you, and the gory bits of me.
Searching for a boy in high school is as useless as searching for meaning in a Pauly Shore movie - Clueless (1995)