That's how writing works, at least for me: even the stuff that doesn't work out gets funneled into the stuff that does work out.
Grief does not change you. It reveals you. And herein lies the gift that cannot die. It changes the course of your life forever. If you allow yourself the chance to feel it for as long as you need to - even if it is for the rest of your life - you will be guided by it. You will become someone it wou
The world is broken, and all our attempts to fix it will inevitably fail, and some day all life will be extinguished from the planet and there will be no one to remember that any of us ever did anything. But this fact, strangely, does not delegitimize hope, because every now and again we find eviden
God will punish the wicked. And before He does, we will.
Saying 'I notice you're a nerd' is like saying, 'Hey, I notice that you'd rather be intelligent than be stupid, that you'd rather be thoughtful than be vapid, that you believe that there are things that matter more than the arrest record of Lindsay Lohan. Why is that?' In fact, it seems to me that m
That feeling of finishedness does not come all at once, and it is not easily won, but I think once you get there it is hard to go back.
Babies are made through an act that you will eventually find intriguing but for right now will just sort of horrify you, and also sometimes people do stuff that involves baby-making parts that does not actually involve making babies, like for instance kiss each other in places that are not on the fa
Caring doesn't sometimes lead to misery. It always does.
And I vaguely remember her smiling at me from the door way the glittering ambiguity of a girls smile, which seems to promise an answer to the question, but never gives it. The question, the one weâ€™ve all been asking since girls stopped being gross, the question that is to simple to be uncomplicate
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 thing about That Guy Is a Gigolo,' Radar says, 'I mean, the thing about it as a game, is that in the end it reveals a lot more about the person doing the imagining than it does about the person being imagined.
You can trust that caring, as a rule, ends poorly,â€ which is true. Caring doesnâ€™t sometimes lead to misery. It always does.
Without pain, how could we know joy?' This is an old argument in the field of thinking about suffering and its stupidity and lack of sophistication could be plumbed for centuries but suffice it to say that the existence of broccoli does not, in any way, affect the taste of chocolate.
Grief does not change you, Hazel. It reveals you.
Much of my life had been devoted to trying not to cry in front of people who loved me, so I knew what Augustus was doing. You clench your teeth. You look up. You tell yourself that if they see you cry, it will hurt them, and you will be nothing but a Sadness in their lives, and you must not become a
But I believe in true love, you know? I don't believe that everybody gets to keep their eyes or not get sick or whatever, but everybody should have true love, and it should last at least as long as your life does.
You do not immortalize the lost by writing about them. Language buries, but does not resurrect.
The good times and the bad times both will pass. It will pass. It will get easier. But the fact that it will get easier does not mean that it doesnâ€™t hurt now. And when people try to minimize your pain they are doing you a disservice. And when you try to minimize your own pain youâ€™re doing yours
Writing does not resurrect. It buries.
The urge to make art or contemplate philosophy does not go away when you are sick. Those urges just become transfigured by illness.
The world went on, as it does, without my full participation, and I only woke up from the reverie when someone said my name.
Everybody should have true love, and it should last at least as long as your life does.
the existence of broccoli does not in any way affect the taste of chocolate
Language buries, but does not resurrect.
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
Does he have ugly hands? Sometimes beautiful people have ugly hands." "No he has kind of amazing hands.
weltschmerz: its the depression you feel when the world as it is does not line up with the world as you think it should be.
If my public existence does anything worthwhile, hopefully it at least demystifies the author a bit, because I know when I was younger I felt like authors were like wizards or something. Turns out they're total muggles.
Gus: "It tastes like..." Me: "Food." Gus: "Yes, precisely. It tastes like food, excellently prepared. But it does not taste, how do I put this delicately...?" Me: "It does not taste like God Himself cooked heaven into a series of five dishes which were then served to you accompanied by several lumin
Nothing (at least that can be done by humans) immortalizes anyone. The Fault in Our Stars will hopefully have a long and wonderful life, but it will eventually go out of print, and eventually the last person ever to read it will die, and then the characters will no longer live in any consciousness.A