Every second of your definitionally temporary consciousness, you are choosing how you spend something that will not last forever.
I kept waiting for that loneliness and nervousness to make me want to go back. But it never did.
I never really understood that massive collaboration involving hundreds of people is what makes movies possible, and it's also why I would agree that curiosity is not the most important human trait; the urge to collaborate is. Heck . . . only we have the ability to cooperate to make like online comm
Jesus, I'm not going to be one of those people who sits around talking about what they're going to do. I'm just going to do it.
Every paper girl needs at least one string.
And the moral of the story is that you don't remember what happened. What you remember becomes what happened. And the second moral of the story, if a story can have multiple morals, is that Dumpers are not inherently worse than Dumpees - breaking up isn't something that gets done to you; it's someth
feeling - probably for the first time in my life - the fear and excitement of living in a place where you never know what's going to happen or when.
Just spend a few more months playing video games. That hand-eye coordination will come in handy when you get to third base.
Lies are attempts to hide the truth by willfully denying facts. Fiction, on the other hand, is an attempt to reveal the truth by ignoring facts.
And imagining that future keeps you going, but you never do it. You just use the future to escape the present.
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
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.
It must be some book," she said as she knelt down next to the bed..."Did that boy give it to you?" She asked out of nowhere. "By 'it' do you mean herpes?" "You are too much," Mom said, "The book, Hazel. I mean the book.
Sexuality is important, but it's certainly not the most interesting or important thing happening to you right now. We live in a world that tells us that there are only two important things. One is the acquisition of goods and the other is either the acquisition or avoidance of sex, but it turns out
I couldnâ€™t help but think about school and everything else ending. I liked standing just outside the couches and watching themâ€”it was a kind of sad I didnâ€™t mind, and so I just listened, letting all the happiness and the sadness of this ending swirl around in me, each sharpening the other. For
If you don't live a life in service of a greater good, you've gotta at least die a death in service of a greater good, you know? And I fear that I won't get either a life or a death that means anything.
Iâ€™m not up for laughing, but their laughter makes the room feel safer, so we begin to explore.
You realize that trying to keep your distance from me will not lessen my affection for you. All efforts to save me from you will fail.
Such is life. We grow up. Planets like Tiny get new moons. Moons like me get new planets.
Getting you a date to prom is so hard that the hypothetical idea itself is used to cut diamonds.
Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets, / The muttering retreats / Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels / And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells: / Streets that follow like a tedious argument / Of insidious intent / To lead you to an overwhelming question.../ Oh, do not ask, 'W
Well, but you can eat Grandma's cookies. They're not bad for you. They were made by Grandma. Grandma wouldn't hurt you.
There are many more jobs out there than you have ever heard of. Your dream job might not yet exist. If you had told 'College Me' that I would become a professional YouTuber, I would've been like, "That is not a word, and it never should be."
Tonight, darling, we are going to right a lot of wrongs.
Being a person, I had come to realize, is a communal activity. Dogs know how to be dogs. But people do not know how to be people unless and until they learn from other people.
There is always the risk: something is good and good and good and good, and then all at once it gets awkward. All at once, she sees you looking at her, and then she doesn't want to joke around with you anymore, because she doesn't want to seem flirty, because she doesn't want you to think she likes
As a child I was an inveterate liar. As opposed to now, I am a Novelist.
I'm a grenade, I just want to stay away from people and read books, and think...
Poetry is just so emo." he said. "Oh, the pain. The pain. It always rains. In my soul.
He specialized in the murder of dreams, Hazel Grace...