If I could just stay alive for a week, Iâ€™d know the unwritten secrets of Annaâ€™s mom and the Dutch Tulip Guy.
You can trust that caring, as a rule, ends poorly,â€ which is true. Caring doesnâ€™t sometimes lead to misery. It always does.
The Colonel's hand was so little, and I grabbed it tight, his cold seeping into me and my warmth into him. 'I memorized the populations,' he said.
I enjoy writing about people falling in love, probably because I think the first time you fall in love is the first time that you have to figure out how you're going to orient your life. What are you going to value? What's going to be most important to you? And I think that's really interesting to w
You know your problem, Quentin? You keep expecting people not to be themselves.
I don't really want to be the costar of anyone's life.
This is not a new phenomenon, in Ohio, and in fact in most of the Midwest, there has been a decline in manufacturing jobs for 25 years. But the recent recession exacerbated the decline and while the economy generally appears to be improving, it's recovering more slowly in this area, meaning Ohio and
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
You could hear the wind in the leaves, and on that wind traveled the screams of the kids on the playground in the distance, little kids figuring out how to be alive, how to navigate a world that wasn't made for them by navigating a playground that was.
I don't really care how people read. I care if people read.
Becoming a father made me much more interested in the parent character in my novels. I've never found parents that interesting.
When surprised and excited and innocent Gus emerged from Grand Gesture Metaphorically Inclined Augustus, I literally could not resist.
In the ensuing silence, I have time to contemplate the word cuteâ€” how dismissive it is, how itâ€™s the equivalent of calling someone little, how it makes a person into a baby, how the word is a neon sign burning through the dark reading, â€œFeel Bad About Yourself.
And people are moody, dude. You gotta get used to living with people.
I change my keyboard between every book. I usually shop around. I'm very passionate about the physical feel of pressing the keys. It's got to have the right springiness. I tend to find the built-in keys very unsatisfying, the keys are low-profile and don't really do anything - I want it to feel like
I like to build places online where readers can have productive conversations about books.
What the hell is instant? Nothing is instant.
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.
Why donâ€™t we break up? I guess I stay with her because she stays with me. And thatâ€™s not an easy thing to do.
Imagining the future is a kind of nostalgia. (...) You spend your whole life stuck in the labyrinth, thinking about how you'll escape it one day, and how awesome it will be, and imagining that future keeps you going, but you never do it. You just use the future to escape the present.
Do you know why I left America, Lidewij? So that I would never again have to encounter Americans." "But you are an American." "Incurably so, it seems.
By the way, I've decided to start referring to myself exclusively as 'Daddy.' Everytime Daddy would otherwise say 'I' or 'Me,' Daddy is now going to say 'Daddy.
I may die young, but at least I'll die smart.
I realized it in waves and we held on to each other crying and I thought, God we must look so lame, but it doesn't matter much when you have just now realized, all the time later, that you are still alive.
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
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.
And I will forget her, yes. That which came together will fall apart slowly, but she will forgive my forgetting, just as I forgive her for forgetting me and the Colonel and nothing but herself and her mom in those last moments as she spent as a person.
Ultimately, it doesn't matter if the author intended a symbol to be there, because the job of reading is not to understand the authors intend. The job of reading is to see into other people as we see ourselves.
There's your labyrinth of suffering. We are all going. Find your way out of that maze.
I think forever is an incorrect concept.