Do not worry too much about your lawn. You will soon find if you haven't already that almost every adult American devotes tremendous time and money to the maintenance of an invasive plant species called turf grass that we can't eat. I encourage you to choose better obsessions.
I can't imagine us saying these things to each other out loud. But even if I can't imagine hearing these words, I can imagine living them. I don't even picture it. Instead I'm in it. How I feel with him here. That peace. It would be so happy, and it makes me sad because it only exists in words.
Throughout the book, she refers to herself as "the side effect," which is just totally correct. Cancer kids are essentially side effects of the relentless mutation that made the diversity of life on earth possible.
What the hell is instant? Nothing is instant.
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
It does have a kind of byzantine quality to it. There is a good bit of strange stuff going on.
Even then, it hurt. The pain was always there, pulling me inside of myself, demanding to be felt. It always felt like I was waking up from the pain when something in the world outside of me suddenly required my comment or attention.
They like their coffee like they like their ex-boyfriends: bitter.
People believed in an afterlife because they couldn't bear not to.
The world," he said, "is not a wish-granting factory," and then he broke down, just for one moment, his sob roaring impotent like a clap of thunder unaccompanied by lightning, the terrible ferocity that amateurs in the field of suffering might mistake for weakness.
In the end the listening exposes you even more than it exposes the people you're trying to listen to.
Light, the visible reminder of Invisible Light.
Dying is the last thing I would EVER do!
It always happened like this: he would look and look for the keys to Satanâ€™s Hearse and then finally heâ€™d just give up and say, â€œFine. Iâ€™ll take the fugging bus,â€ and on his way out the door, heâ€™d see the keys. Keys show up when you reconcile yourself to the bus; Katherines appear when yo
I dislike the phrase â€˜Internet friends,â€™ because it implies that people you know online arenâ€™t really your friends, that somehow the friendship is less real or meaningful to you because it happens through Skype or text messages. The measure of a friendship is not its physicality but its signif
Because so many people use goodreads, it is an amazingly goodâ€”and amazingly underutilizedâ€”resource for understanding what people read, why, and how they feel about their reading experiences.
I think one of the most important differences between us is that you are excellent at living in a way that is commensurate with your values, whereas I am not. For instance, I didnâ€™t recycle until I watched An Inconvenient Truth and Iâ€™m still sort of iffy on it. And also, I didnâ€™t vote in 2000,
I hadnâ€™t been in proper school in three years. My parents were my two best friends. My third best friend was an author who did not know I existed.
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.
That's the mystery, isn't it? Is the labyrinth living or dying? Which is he trying to escape---the world or the end of it?
You just gotta tell her, man,â€™ I said. â€˜You just gotta say, â€œAngela, I really like you, but thereâ€™s something you need to know: when we go to my house and hook up, weâ€™ll be watched by the twenty-four hundred eyes of twelve hundred black Santas.
When I think about [characters], I like to think of them in their relationships to each other. In the same way, I think that's how humans are ultimately defined. We are our relationships to one another. And a lot of what's interesting about us happens in the context of other people.
When I was in college, I remember fearing that the dreary grind of adulthood would feature infinitely more existential dread than frat parties had, but the opposite has been true for me. I'm much less likely to feel that gnawing fear of aimlessness and nihilism than I used to be and that's partly be
I thought being an adult meant knowing what you believe, but that has not been my experience.
Compromise is when you do what I tell you and I do what I want. ~Tiny Cooper
The challenge is the same whether or not I'm collaborating: to empathize with your reader and to tell a story that will matter to him or her. But the mechanics of going about that challenge change when you're collaborating, because you have someone to help refine your thinking and expand your vision
Half-drunk on well-creamed gas station coffee and the exhilarating loneliness of a freeway in nighttime...
The five of us walking confidently in a row, I'd never felt cooler. The Great Perhaps was upon us, and we were invincible. The plan may have had faults, but we did not.
I worked hard to meet his eyes, even though they were the kind of pretty thatâ€™s hard to look at..
Isn't it also that on some fundamental level we find it difficult to understand that other people are human beings in the same way that we are? We idealize them as gods or dismiss them as animals.