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.
We idealize them as gods or dismiss them as animals.
Real gangster-ass Nerdfighters don't run from nothing... 'cause real gangster-ass Nerdfighters can't run fast.
Home is Where the Heart Is, Good Friends Are Hard to Find and Impossible to Forget. True Love is Born from Hard Times.
I realize that they giggle and I actually laugh, that they show their cleavage and I have none to show, but just so you know, I am also a girl. I'm one of the three wise MEN. And it's gay to think that James Bond is hot.
She didnâ€™t understand why it was happening,â€ he said. â€œI had to tell her she would die. Her social worker said I had to tell her. I had to tell her she would die, so I told her she was going to heaven. She asked if I would be there, and I said that I would not, not yet. But eventually, she said
Hazel GRACE!â€ he shouted. â€œYou did not use your one dying Wish to go to Disney World with your parents.â€ â€œAlso Epcot Center,â€ I mumbled. â€œOh, my God,â€ Augustus said. â€œI canâ€™t believe I have a crush on a girl with such clichÃ© wishes.
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.
I'm sorry. I know you loved her. It was hard not to.
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
Your driving is unpleasant, but it isn't technically unsafe.
Peter Van Houten was the only person Iâ€™d ever come across who seemed to (a) understand what itâ€™s like to be dying, and (b) not have died.
Books are the ultimate Dumpees: put them down and theyâ€™ll wait for you forever; pay attention to them and they always love you back.
Getting you a date to prom is so hard that the hypothetical idea itself is actually used to cut diamonds," I added. Radar tapped a locker twice with his fist to show his approval, and then came back with another. "Ben, getting you a date to prom is so hard that the American government believes the p
Books so special and rare and yours that advertising your affection feels like a betrayal.
I've never known before what it feels like to want someone - not to want to hook up with them or whatever, but to want them, to want them. And now I do. So maybe I do believe in epiphanies.
It's hard to believe in coincidence, but it's even harder to believe in anything else.
I'm a big believer in pairing classics with contemporary literature, so students have the opportunity to see that literature is not a cold, dead thing that happened once but instead a vibrant mode of storytelling that's been with us a long time - and will be with us, I hope, for a long time to come.
Your responsibility is not to the people you're making the gift for, but the gift itself.
Iâ€™ve always sort of preferred people who are not entirely likable.
Videogame players essentially choose whether to win the game or to die heroically. There's a certain glory in both.
I'm at the eye doctor. I'm always at the eye doctor. It's like this is my profession. I am no longer a writer, I'm now an optomoligical patient. By the way, this job doesn't pay well.
Colin had always preferred baths; one of his general policies in life was never to do anything standing up that could just as easily be done lying down
Even with everything broken and decided inside her she couldn't quite allow herself to disappear for good.
Entropy increases. Things fall apart.
You canâ€™t divorce Margo the person from Margo the body. You canâ€™t see one without seeing the other. You looked at Margoâ€™s eyes and you saw both their blueness and their Margo-ness. In the end, you could not say that Margo Roth Spiegelman was fat, or that she was skinny, any more than you can s
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!
If people were like rain, I was like drizzle and she was a hurricane.
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,
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