Saying 'I notice you're a nerd' is like saying, 'Hey, I notice that you'd rather be intelligent than be stupid, that you'd rather be thoughtful than be vapid, that you believe that there are things that matter more than the arrest record of Lindsay Lohan. Why is that?' In fact, it seems to me that m
Last words are always harder to remember when no one knows that someone's about to die.
People, I thought, wanted security. They couldn't bear the idea of death being a big black nothing, couldn't bear the thought of their loved ones not existing, and couldn't even imagine themselves not existing. I finally decided that people believed in an afterlife because they couldn't bear not to.
At least for tonight. In sickness and in health. In good times and in bad. For richer, for poorer. 'Till dawn do us part.
feeling - probably for the first time in my life - the fear and excitement of living in a place where you never know what's going to happen or when.
Teenagers think they are invincible
For a moment, she was quiet. Then she grabbed my hand, whispered, â€œRun run run run run,â€ and took off, pulling me behind her.
She has great breasts," the Colonel said without looking up from the whale. "DO NOT OBJECTIFY WOMEN'S BODIES!" Alaska shouted. Now he looked up. "Sorry. Perky breasts." "That's not any better!
weltschmerz: its the depression you feel when the world as it is does not line up with the world as you think it should be.
Why are breakfast food breakfast foods?" I asked them. "Like, why don't we have curry for breakfast?" "Hazel, eat." "But why?" I asked. "I mean seriously: How did scrambled eggs get stuck with breakfast exclusivity? You can put bacon on a sandwich without anyone freaking out. But the moment your san
Night falls fast. Today is the past.
I liked being a person. I wanted to keep at it.
Dying is the last thing I would EVER do!
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.
He lit a cigarette and handed it to me. I inhaled. Coughed. Wheezed. Gasped for breath. Coughed again. Considered vomiting. Grabbed the swinging bench, head spinning, and threw the cigarette to the ground and stomped on it, convinced my Great Perhaps did not involve cigarettes.
the point is that there are always answers.
The not knowing would not keep me from caring.
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.
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.
We idealize them as gods or dismiss them as animals.
Ben's tongue is like sunscreen...It's good for your health and should be applied liberally.
the marks humans leave are too often scars. You build a hideous minimall or start a coup or try to become a rock star and you'll think "they'll remember me now," but (a) all you leave behind are more scars. Your coup becomes a dictatorship. Your minimall becomes a lesion
I am still bowled over by this great young adult novel by David Levithan called 'Every Day,' which is about a character with no gender or body who wakes up every day in the body of a different person. It's a really impressive execution of a really great premise.
I'm just reveling in the glory of not having to hear the neediness and impotence of my own voice.
If you don't say the honest thing, it never becomes true.
Does my eye look okay to you?
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
What the hell is instant? Nothing is instant.
How strange and how lovely it is to be anything at all.
Right. I'd forgotten about her.' He shook his head. 'That keeps happening.