The Degree to which I am blessed staggers me... the degree to which I take that for granted shames me. -Streetwalking with Jesus
This squirrel is inadequately afraid of humans! Squirrel, I am a threat to you! We are enemies! Please get off my bench! Oh, god! Oh, god! Don't touch meâ€”oh, god!
Abligurition: an actual, if very obscure, English word, which means the spending of too much money on food.
I'm just reveling in the glory of not having to hear the neediness and impotence of my own voice.
Not the brightest gem in the jewelry shop, but you've got to admire his single-minded dedication to drug abuse.
I bet if you look at the average teenager and the average adult, the average teenager has read more books in the last year than the average adult. Now of course the adult would be all like, 'I'm busy, I got a job, I got stuff to do.' WHATEVER! READ! I mean, you're watching CSI: Miami. Why would you
We are literally in the heart of Jesus," he said. "I thought we were in a church basement, but we are literally in the heart of Jesus." "Someone should tell Jesus," I said. "I mean, it's gotta be dangerous, storing children with cancer in your heart." "I would tell Him myself," Augustus said, "but u
That tastes like hope feels.
She was nothing but good and I was nothing but bad, but then she died, and I didn't.
At some point, you just pull off the Band-Aid, and it hurts, but then it's over and you're relieved.
She was not an adventure, she was not a fine and precious thing. She was a girl.
â€ŽThese little contradictions are in all of us. They're in me at least. And so I forgot that I had been awake for 30 hours and kept walking, grateful to be a little boat full of water, still floating.
A novel is a conversation between a reader and a writer.
She spoke quietly then, the tiniest crack in her voice, and all at once Lacey Pemerton was not Lacey Pemberton. She was justâ€”like, a person.
pg. 231-232: They'd given me a minivan. They could have picked any car and they picked a minivan. A minivan. O God of the Vehicular Justice, why dost thou mock me? Minivan, you albatross around my neck! You mark of Cain! You wretched beast high ceilings and few horsepower!
If he is anything other than a total gentleman, Iâ€™m going to gouge his eyes out.â€ â€œSo youâ€™re into it.â€ â€œWithholding judgment! When can I see you?â€ â€œCertainly not until you finish An Imperial Affliction.â€ I enjoyed being coy. â€œThen Iâ€™d better hang up and start reading.â€ â€œYouâ€™d
I liked being a person. I wanted to keep at it.
We're all just facilitators. The real business is done by readers.
You gave me a forever within the numbered days, and I'm grateful.
â€¦God, itâ€™s over. Takumi, you gotta stop stealing other peopleâ€™s problems and get some of your own.
He responded a few minutes later. Okay. I wrote back. Okay. He responded: Oh, my God, stop flirting with me!
For a moment, she was quiet. Then she grabbed my hand, whispered, â€œRun run run run run,â€ and took off, pulling me behind her.
Think for one minute of those who have loved you up into this day.
the marks humans leave are too often scars. You build a hideous minimall or start a coup or try to become a rock star and you'll think "they'll remember me now," but (a) all you leave behind are more scars. Your coup becomes a dictatorship. Your minimall becomes a lesion
I laughed and pointed out that "Hash Browns Mean Nothing Without You" was a pretty good name for a band. "Or a song," the Duke said, and then she started singing all glam rock, a glove up to her face holding an imaginary mic as she rocked out an a cappella power ballad. "Oh, I deep fried for you / B
Other people are going to have to make the case for him. He's not in a position to do it himself.
When people call people nerds, mostly what they're saying is, 'you like stuff.' Which is not a good insult at all, like, 'you are too enthusiastic about the miracle of human conscience.
Does he have ugly hands? Sometimes beautiful people have ugly hands." "No he has kind of amazing hands.
I told myself â€“ as Iâ€™ve told myself before â€“ that the body shuts down when the pain gets too bad, that consciousness is temporary, that this will pass. But just like always, I didnâ€™t slip away. I was left on the shore with the waves washing over me, unable to drown.
In general-like not just in fiction but in life-it doesn't work out well when someone imagines someone else as a manic pixie dream girl or an Edward Cullen or anything other than a full, complex human being. That said, while I've tried to reflect that in my books, I don't think I've always succeeded