He puts the killing thing in his mouth but doesn't give it the power to kill him.
Thank you for explaining that my eye cancer isn't going to make me deaf. I feel so fortunate that an intellectual giant like yourself would deign to operate on me.
Wow,â€ I said. â€œAre you making this up?â€ â€œHazel Grace, could I, with my meager intellectual capacities, make up a letter from Peter Van Houten featuring phrases like â€˜our triumphantly digitized contemporaneityâ€™?â€ â€œYou could not,â€ I allowed. â€œCan I, can I have the email address?â€ â€œO
In the first century CE, Roman authorities punished St. Apollonia by crushing her teeth one by one with pliers. Colin often thought about this in relationship to the monotony of dumping: we have thirty-two teeth. After a while, having each tooth individually destroyed probably gets repetitive, even
We had a party, a Father's Day party, going-away party and daughter's birthday party all wrapped up in one, ... He was great; the thing of it is he loves kids.
You're funny, and you're smart, and you may show up late, but you always show up eventually.
Because everybody who has ever lost their way in life has felt the nagging insistence of that question. At some point we all look up and realize we are lost in a maze, and I dont want us to forget Alaska, and I don't want to forget that even when the material we study seems boring, we're trying to u
Study broadly and without fear.
If he is anything other than a total gentleman, Iâ€™m going to gouge his eyes out.â€ â€œSo youâ€™re into it.â€ â€œWithholding judgment! When can I see you?â€ â€œCertainly not until you finish An Imperial Affliction.â€ I enjoyed being coy. â€œThen Iâ€™d better hang up and start reading.â€ â€œYouâ€™d
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.
She had the kind of eyes that predisposed you to supporting her every endeavor.
Where do you come up with these zingers, Clint? Do you own some kind of joke factory in Indonesia where you've got eight-year-olds working ninety hours a week to deliver you that kind of top-quality witticism? There are boy bands with more original material.
My stomach sank. JP had come so close. His immigrant parents had sacrificed so much.
I think that it's a universal urge to have our pain not be felt alone and to have our joys not be felt alone.
Dad had a sign of his own. MY BEAUTIFUL FAMILY, it read, and then underneath that (AND GUS).
I'm not saying it was your fault. I'm saying it wasn't nice.
I think if you went back to the eighteenth century and you asked a fifteen year old boy, 'Would you like to marry a woman who has had plastic bags needlessly inserted into her breasts?', that fifteen year old boy would probably be like, 'what's plastic?'.
Itâ€™s not fair,â€ I said. â€œItâ€™s just so goddamned unfair.â€ â€œThe world,â€ he said, â€œis not a wishgranting factory,
And I agreed, but still, she owed us an explanation. If she was up there, down there, out there, somewhere, maybe she would laugh.
Maybe life is not about accomplishing some bullshit markers.
But mothers lie. It's in the job description.
That's the great thing about being in the third grade. If you've got one polysyllabic adjective, everyone thinks you're a genius.
All representations of a thing are inherently abstract.
I'm sorry. I know you loved her. It was hard not to.
I always had this secret suspicion that I was special.
there is no best and no worst, ...those judgments have no real meaning because there is only what is
We are now as I wished we could be then.
Someday no one will remember that she ever existed, I wrote in my notebook, and then, or that I did. Because memories fall apart, too. And then you're left with nothing, left not even with a ghost but with its shadow. In the beginning, she had haunted me, haunted my dreams, but even now, just weeks
She is close enough to me that I can see her, because even now there is the outward sign of visible light, even at night in this parking lot on the outskirts of Algoe. After we kiss, our foreheads touch as we stare at each other. Yes, I can see her almost perfectly in this cracked darkness.
People thought he was a glutton for punishment, that he liked getting dumped. But it wasn't like that. He could just never see anything coming, and as he lay on the solid, uneven ground with Hassan pressing too hard on his forehead, Colin Singleton's distance from his glasses made him realize the pr