And so that is the question I leave you with in this final: What is your cause for hope?
Something about me has always liked the drama and inconvience of bad weather. The worse the better, really.
In the end the listening exposes you even more than it exposes the people you're trying to listen to.
Tiny, the next time that you try to set me up with a girl with a secret boyfriend can you at least INFORM me that she has a secret boyfriend? Also, if you don't call me back within five minutes, I'm going to assume you found a way back to Evanston. Furthermore, you are an asshat. That is all.
Leaving feels too good, once you leave.
He loved the scratching of pencil against paper when he was focused: it meant something was happening.
In my opinion, actual heroism, like actual love, is a messy, painful, vulnerable businessâ€”and I wanted to try to reflect that.
And yet still I worried. I like being a person. I wanted to keep at it. Worry is yet another side effect of dying.
I thought of the one thing about home that I missed, my dad's study with its built-in, floor-to-ceiling shelves sagging with thick biographies and the black leather chair that kept me just uncomfortable enough to keep from feeling sleepy as I read.
I love being in cities with lots of other people, because I'm reminded that there are billions of people like me, and we are each stuck inside of our minds, feverishly trying to crawl out to make connections with other people.
We'll see Bush charging up his base, but in ways that won't alienate other folks. It's hard to do both things. But there are not enough base voters in either camp to win, so they need to reach out to the middle and poach the other guy's turf.
We Play the broken string of our instruments one last time
It's just that most really good-looking people are stupid, so I exceed expectations.' 'Right, it's primarily his hotness,' I said. 'It can be sort of blinding,' he said. 'It actually did blind our friend Isaac,' I said. 'Terrible tragedy, that. But can I help my own deadly beauty?' 'You cannot.' 'It
According to Maslow, I was stuck on the second level of the pyramid, unable to feel secure in my health and therefore unable to reach for love and respect and art and whatever else, which is, utter horseshit: The urge to make art or contemplate philosophy does not go away when you are sick. Those ur
What can we do?" Mom asked again. I shrugged. But she kept asking, as if there were something she could do, until I just kind of crawled across the couch into her lap and my dad came over and held my legs really tight and I wrapped my arms all the way around my mom's middle and they held on to me fo
me: you know what sucks about love? o.w.g.: what? me: that it's so tied to the truth. I know it sucks, but in a way, it's good....Love and truth being tied together, I mean. They make each other possible, you know?
It was not enough to be the last guy she kissed. I wanted to be the last one she loved. And I knew I wasnâ€™t. I knew it, and I hated her for it. I hated her for not caring about me. I hated her for leaving that night, and I hated myself , too, not only because I let her go but because if I had been
You are so busy being YOU that you have no idea how utterly unprecedented you are.
Dear Jane, Just so you know: e. e. cummings cheated on both of his wives. With prostitutes. Yours, Will Grayson
You can say a lot of bad things about Alabama, but you can't say that Alabamans as a people are duly afraid of deep fryers.
Lacey shrugged bashfully. â€œDo you think Iâ€™m superficial?â€ â€œWell, yeah.â€ I thought of myself standing outside Beccaâ€™s bedroom, hoping sheâ€™d take her shirt off. â€œBut so am I,â€ I added. â€œSo is everyone.
Grief does not change you, Hazel. It reveals you.
I think that most of us [writers] would rather have an audience than countless riches. If we wanted to be rich, we'd be doing smething else.
I wanted to be one of those people who have streaks to maintain, who scorch the ground with their intensity. But for now, at least I knew such people, and they needed me, just like comets need tails.
Let me just acknowlege that the function of grammar is to make language as efficent and clear and transparent as possible. But if weâ€™re all constantly correcting each otherâ€™s grammar and being really snotty about it, then people stop talking because they start to be petrified that theyâ€™re goin
Thatâ€™s part of what I like about the book in some ways. It portrays death truthfully. You die in the middle of your life, in the middle of a sentence
The risen sun too bright in her losing eyes.
But before we can radically reshape the world, we need to shop.
Nothing to be gained by worrying between now and then.
I opened the door. He looked down at my shirt and smiled. "Funny," he said. "Don't call my boobs funny," I answered.