I Write Larger Than Life. It's What

Now, Max, I Think We Both Know Your Parents Aren't Missionaries." I Opened My Eyes Wide. "no? Well, For God's Sake, Don't Tell Them. They'd Be Crushed. Thinking They're Doing The Lord's Work And All.

Why Do Things This Beautiful Make Me Want To Cry?" I Asked Michael As I Leaned Into Him. It Was An Unguarded Question, One I'd Never Have Asked Of Hugh. "i Don't Know," Said Michael. "maybe Beauty, True Beauty, Is So Overwhelming, It Goes Straight To Our Hearts. Maybe It Makes Us Feel Emotions That Are Locked Away Inside.

It Was Like Meeting Someone Out Of Your Dreams, Or Fantasies, Or A Beloved Character From A Favorite Book.

A Classroom . People Trying To Stick Me In Classrooms Was Becoming As Predictable And Annoying As People Trying To Kill Me, But With Less-fun Results.

You Stand Out Like A Fart In A Church.