Even if itâ€™s a dumb story, telling it changes people just the slightest little bit, just as living the story changes me. An infinitesimal change. And that infinetisimal change ripples outward â€”ever smaller but everlasting. I will get forgotten, but the stories will last. And so we all matter â€”
They couldn't bear the idea of death being a big black nothing.
It seemed like forever ago, like we've had this brief but still infinite forever. Some infinities are bigger than other infinities.
[My] interest as a writer is not in reflecting actual human speech, which, of course, does not occur in sentences and is totally undiagrammable...My interest is in trying to reflect the reality of experience-how we feel when we talk to each other, how we feel when we're engaging with questions that
Cold,â€ he said, pressing a finger to my pale wrist. â€œNot cold so much as underoxygenated,â€ I said. â€œI love it when you talk medical to me,â€ he said. He stood, and pulled me up with him, and did not let go of my hand until we reached the stairs.
I have an Augustus Waters fetish.
Francois Rabelais. He was a poet. And his last words were "I go to seek a Great Perhaps." That's why I'm going. So I don't have to wait until I die to start seeking a Great Perhaps.
We were kissing. I thought: This is good. I thought: I am not bad at this kissing. Not bad at all. I thought: I am clearly the greatest kisser in the history of the universe. Suddenly she laughed and pulled away from me. She wiggled a hand out of her sleeping bag and wiped her face. "You slobbered o
We have to live with ambiguity. We have to give ourselves over to it. The question is: How? How are we going to live in a universe where important questions will always go unanswered?
Nothing was happening, really, but the moment was thick with mattering
The minister said, â€œLet us pray,â€ but as everyone else bowed their head, I could only stare slack-jawed at the sight of Peter Van Houten. After a moment, he whispered, â€œWe gotta fake pray,â€ and bowed his head.
Because you're my friend, wingnut.
Lime Rocky Horror Time Trials
There's some people in this world who you can just love and love and love no matter what.
At the end, we brought her to New York, where I was living, for a series of experimental tortures that increased the misery of her days without increasing the number of them.
I was thinking about this girl you love so much," she said, "And this place I love so much. And how that happens. How you can just fall into it.
Compromise is when you do what I tell you and I do what I want. ~Tiny Cooper
What a treacherous thing to believe that a person is more than a person.
Television is a passivity.
...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.
You say you're not special because the world doesn't know about you, but that's an insult to me. I know about you.
Do you know what your problem is? You can't live with the idea that someone might leave.
All good American literature is always interested in people who are ambiguously heroic, like Gatsby.
But in AIA, Anna decides that being a person with cancer who starts a cancer charity is a bit narcissistic, so she starts a charity called The Anna Foundation for People with cancer Who Want to Cure Cholera.
Without Pain, How Could We Know Joy?
The Zâ€™s will kill us all, and then the Zâ€™s will die out and in sixty years there will be no one to remember our silly war, Carolineâ€™s wasted ammunition, my year of zombic survivalism, Rene DesCartesâ€™s musings, or Michelangeloâ€™s sculptures. And that is really only the sadness here as I drin
It's so easy to get stuck. You just get caught in being something, being special or cool or whatever, to the point where you don't even know why you need it; you just think you do.
Many Americans think these religious ideas should be taught in school because they believe them and they're true. But a lot of Americans say that because they think it's fair.
I could be worse, you know." "How?" I asked, teasing. "I mean, I have a work of calligraphy over my toilet that reads, 'Bathe yourself in the comfort of God's words,' Hazel. I could be way worse." "Sounds unsanitary," I said.
We are greater than the sum of our parts.