Think for one minute of those who have loved you up into this day.
But of course there is always a hamartia and yours is that oh, my God, even though you HAD FREAKING CANCER you give money to a company in exchange for the chance to acquire YET MORE CANCER.
In English, we don't have a word for people who aren't virgins. What the non-virgin lexical gap really made me think was that our obsession with sexual purity is such that once you are no longer this THING, you are indescribable.
This fear bears no analogy to any fear I knew before. This is the basest of all possible emotions, the feeling that was with us before we existed, before this building existed, before the earth existed. This is the fear that made fish crawl out onto dry land and evolve lungs, the fear that teaches u
Don't worry. Worry is useless. I worried anyway
As Alaska zipped through something obvious about linear equations, stoner/baller Hank Walsten said, "Wait, wait. I don't get it." "That's because you have eight functioning brain cells." "Studies show that Marijuana is better for your health than those cigarettes," Hank said. Alaska swallowed a mout
We'd failed, maybe, but some mysteries aren't meant to be solved.
Her hair is ridiculous," I said. "I know. That was the only thing I said about her that was true. When you say nasty things about people, you should never say the true ones, because you can't really fully and honestly take those back, you know? I mean, there are highlights. And there are streaks. An
I tried to tell myself that it could be worse, that the world was not a wish-granting factory, that I was living with cancer not dying of it, that I mustn't let it kill me before it kills me,...
Life works best when we think of people as people.
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.
All else being equal, past officeholders ought to have an advantage, but all things are rarely equal.
You can't just make me different, and then leave. Because I was fine before, Alaska. I was just fine with me and last words and school friends, and you can't just make me different and then die.
You are a side effect," Van Houten continued, "of an evolutionary process that cares little for individual lives. You are a failed experiment in mutation.
Tell me my copy is missing the last twenty pages or something. Hazel Grace, tell me I have not reached the end of this book. OH MY GOD DO THEY GET MARRIED OR NOT OH MY GOD WHAT IS THIS?!
Oh, Wikipedia, with your tension between those who would share knowledge and those who would destroy it.
What matters to you defines your mattering.
I was struck by an awful thought, the kind that cannot be taken back once it escapes into the open air of consciousness; it seemed to me that this was not a place you go to live. It was a place you go to die.
Initially, this helps Bush because it has him taking charge, showing leadership, marshaling the power of his office.
Getting a lifeâ€™ is something only a complete idiot could believe. Like you can just drive to a store and get a life. See it in its shiny box and look inside the plastic window and catch a glimpse of yourself in a new life and say, â€˜Wow, I look much happier â€” I think this is the life I need to
I've lived here for eighteen years and I have never once in my life come across anyone who cares about anything that matters.
Truth resists simplicity.
I mean, I am pretty fabulous. Am I not?' 'You're a pillar of fabulosity in the community,' I tell him.
Breaking up isn't something that gets done to you; its something that happens with you.
I don't want to hear another negative word about cheerleaders. If it weren't for cheerleaders, who would tell us when and how to be happy during athletic events? If it weren't for cheerleaders, how would America's prettiest girls get the exercise that's so vital to a healthy life?
The thing about chameleoning your way through life is that it gets to where nothing is real.
But once that string gets cut, kid, you can't uncut it. Do you get what I'm saying?
That's always seemed so ridiculous to me, that people want to be around someone because they're pretty. It's like picking your breakfeast cereals based on color instead of taste.
I believe humans have souls, and I believe in the conservation of souls.
The consequences of being un-cool feel so big that a lot of times you end of not finding ways to have open and honest conversations.