Now Is Not the Time to Panic

by Kevin Wilson

The triplets, my brothers, were perfect for the greased watermelon contest,

We’d created meaning where there was none, but, I don’t know, isn’t that art?

That’s what was official, that we were invisible to everyone in the entire world except each other.

people in the fucking Rotary club were now destroying black vans with baseball bats to get at the Satan worshippers inside,

it made me feel, for the first time, that maybe it was dumb to be embarrassed about weird things if you were really good at them. Or not good. If they made you happy.

This is my favorite quote from this book!