Because no one thought she was a person, she had no one to really talk to.
There is no try. There is only do.
Waffles are just awesome bread.
When you leave a place, it's best to leave.
I learned that myth doesnâ€™t mean a lie; it means a traditional story that tells you something about people and their worldview and what they hold sacred. Interesting.
Reading a good book helps us to feel un-alone.
what i really want - and what i never get - is to be appreciated. do you know what itâ€™s like to work so hard to make sure everyoneâ€™s happy, and to have not a single person recognize it
I kept waiting for that loneliness and nervousness to make me want to go back. But it never did.
Frankly, I kind of want you to be haunted by the unansweredness of the question, because I think being haunted by such things is a valuable part of being a person.
One swing set, well worn but structurally sound, seeks new home. Make memories with your kid or kids so that someday he or she or they will look into the backyard and feel the ache of sentimentality as desperately as I did this afternoon. It's all fragile and fleeting, dear reader, but with this swi
...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.
Life has become the future.
As much as life can suck, it always beats the alternative.
Some Democrats are beginning to salivate too much, ... They still have to make good on their opportunity.
Does he have ugly hands? Sometimes beautiful people have ugly hands." "No he has kind of amazing hands.
History doesn't have a curfew.
Sometimes, you read a book and it fills you with this weird evangelical zeal, and you become convinced that the shattered world will never be put back together unless and until all living humans read the book.
There is a part of her greater than the sum of her knowable parts. And that part has to go somewhere, because it cannot be destroyed.
I mean, itâ€™s stupid to miss someone you didnâ€™t even get along with. But I donâ€™t know, it was nice, you know, having someone you could always fight with.
It felt like everything was rising up in me, like I was drowning in this weirdly painful joy, but I couldn't say it back. I just looked at him and let him look at me until he nodded, lips pursed and turned away, placing the side of his head against the window.
Daddy is trying really fugging hard to think of a not-terrifying reason why you'd wake Daddy up in the middle of the night to ask that fugging question. But no. No. Daddy does not have a match or a lighter.
The pleasure of remembering had been taken from me, because there was no longer anyone to remember with. It felt like losing your co-rememberer meant losing the memory itself, as if the things we'd done were less real and important than they had been hours before.
Because you are beautiful. I enjoy looking at beautiful people, and I decided a while ago not to deny myself the simpler pleasures of existence
The right story needs the right telling.
I like the strings. I always have. Because that's how it feels. But the strings make pain seem more fatal than it is, I think. We're not as frail as the strings would make us believe. And I like the grass, too. The grass got me to you, helped me to imagine you as an actual person. But we're not diff
They did not play well and the 'chemistry' was missing.
Breaking down that wall is the kind of story that might have a happy middle - oh, look, we broke down this wall, I'm going to look at you like a girl and you're going to look at me like a boy, and we're going to play a fun game called Can I Put My Hand There What About There What About There.
We imagine people as animals or gods. -But she was just a person, a girl.
I didnâ€™t need you, you idiot. I picked you. And then you picked me back.
The only person I really wanted to talk to about Augustus Water's death with was Augustus Waters.