Everyone's got a different story.

Stories are a different kind of true.

This is a bad story.”
“Sorry. I’m really sorry. I shouldn’t have told you.”
“No, you should,” I say.
“But—”
“I don’t want there to be bad stories and me not know them.

For all the books in his possession, he still failed to read the stories written plain as day in the faces of the people around him.

People don't always want to be with people. It gets tiring.

A lot of the world seems to repeat itself