Harry Potter isnâ€™t real? Oh no! Wait, wait, what do you mean by real? Is this video blog real? Am I real if you can see me and hear me, but only through the internet? Are you real if I can read your comment but I donâ€™t know who you are or what your name is or where youâ€™re from or what you look
The Colonel's hand was so little, and I grabbed it tight, his cold seeping into me and my warmth into him. 'I memorized the populations,' he said.
You could hear the wind in the leaves, and on that wind traveled the screams of the kids on the playground in the distance, little kids figuring out how to be alive, how to navigate a world that wasn't made for them by navigating a playground that was.
For many years, the Taft name in Ohio has been greatly respected. The Tafts were men of sober and conservative temperament. They were somewhat seen as stodgy, but they were men of principle and integrity.
It was an exciting time with all the boys out at the 18th cheering him on.
Reading forces you to be quiet in a world that no longer makes place for that.
...It sounded like a dragon breathing in time with me, like I had this pet dragon who was cuddled up next to me and cared enough about me to time his breaths to mine.
One day, youâ€™re 17 and youâ€™re planning for someday. And then quietly, without you ever really noticing, someday is today. And then someday is yesterday. And this is your life.
Nostalgia is inevitably a yearning for a past that never existed and when I'm writing, there are no bees to sting me out of my sentimentality. For me at least, fiction is the only way I can even begin to twist my lying memories into something true.
But we can't know better until knowing better is useless.
Issues are really a way of invoking values. To a lot of ordinary citizens, policy discussions are way beyond them or they are too worried about their own situation to follow the specifics ... Many argue that elections now are all about values, in the broadest sense.
How are the eyes?' 'Oh, excellent,' he said. 'I mean, they're not in my head is the only problem.
Every time I try to set something in Chicago, I get intimidated by 'Augie March.' It's easy to set something in Indianapolis - we don't have 'Augie March' here. But I love writing about Chicago, and I love being there and imagining lives in Chicago. I hope to set something there in the future, but i
She's just playing a trick on us. This is just an Alaska Young Prank Extraordinaire. It's Alaska being Alaska, funny and playful and not knowing when or how to put on the brakes.
It is not my fault that my parents own the world's largest collection of black Santas.
I hated being careful, too - or wanted to, at least.
Late in the winter of my seventeenth year, my mother decided I was depressed, presumably because I rarely left the house, spent quite a lot of time in bed, read the same book over and over, ate infrequently, and devoted quite a bit of my abundant free time to thinking about death.
Are you currently at your house?" he asked. "Um, no," I said. "That was a trick question. I knew the answer, because I am currently at your house.
But why Alaska?' I asked her. 'Well, later, I found out what it means. It's from an Aleut word, Alyeska. It means 'that which the sea breaks against,' and I love that. But at the time, I just saw Alaska up there. And it was big, just like I wanted to be.
Here's my answer to the very real existential crisis that grips me midway through everything I've ever tried to do: I think stories help us fight the nihilistic urges that constantly threaten to consume us.
Reading a good book helps us to feel un-alone.
I don't think you can ever fill the empty space with the thing you lost.
Something about telling that story made my gut grow back together." What?" Oh, nothing. Just thinking out loud." That's who you really like. The people you can think out loud in front of." The people who've been in your secret hiding places." The people you bite your thumb in front of." Hi." Hi." ..
Uh-uh, dude. I tried it your way with the dating and the girls and the kissing and the drama, and man, I didn't like it. Plus, my best friend is a walking cautionary tale of what happens to you when romantic relationships don't involve marriage. Like you always say, kafir, everything ends in breakup
You had been a paper boy to me all these years - two dimensions as a character on the page and two different, but still flat, dimensions as a person. But that night you turned out to be real.
And even though he felt pitiful and ridiculous, he didn't want it to end, because he knew the absence of her would hurt more than any breakup ever could.
Because there is no glory in illness. There is no meaning to it. There is no honor in dying of.
I wanted to, you know, get my story out in the world, which, it turns out, is a very misguided notion.
Everything that comes together falls apart.
The nature of impending fatherhood is that you are doing something that you're unqualified to do, and then you become qualified while doing it.