I think if you keep the box closed long enough you do kill the cat, actually.
He missed that, too, and it hadn't even happened.
There is always the risk: something is good and good and good and good, then all at once it gets awkward.
Any evaluation of Robertson would be fairly mixed. If you're in the White House, you wouldn't want Robertson on his TV program attacking you. On the other hand, you probably wouldn't want to be closely aligned with him.
The whole thing was the precise opposite of what I figured it would be: slow and patient and quiet and neither particularly painful nor particularly ecstatic
True love will triumph in the endâ€”which may or may not be a lie, but if it is a lie, it's the most beautiful lie we have.
I'm a bad boyfriend. She's a bad girlfriend. We deserve each other.
One of the others shouted a translation: "The beautiful couple is beautiful.
Stop thinking about the landing, because it's all about falling.
Crying is you, plus tears
Nerd life is just so much better than regular life.
We're not going to break anything. Don't think of it as breaking in to SeaWorld. Think of it as visiting SeaWorld in the middle of the night for free.
I've read a lot of bad books. I used to review books for a living, and when you're a reviewer you read tons of terrible books.
Something about telling that story made my gut grow back together." What?" Oh, nothing. Just thinking out loud." That's who you really like. The people you can think out loud in front of." The people who've been in your secret hiding places." The people you bite your thumb in front of." Hi." Hi." ..
And he found himself thinking that maybe stories don't just make us matter to each other - maybe they're also the only way to the infinite mattering he'd been after for so long.
But it was only hot outside, and generally I only walked outside between one air-conditioned place to another.
Isaac out of surgery. It went well. He's officially NEC. NEC meant "no evidence of cancer." A second text came a few seconds later. I mean, he's blind. So that's unfortunate.
The not knowing would not keep me from caring.
I am a giant squid of anger.
me: you know what sucks about love? o.w.g.: what? me: that it's so tied to the truth. I know it sucks, but in a way, it's good....Love and truth being tied together, I mean. They make each other possible, you know?
Were she better or you sicker, then the stars would not be so terribly crossed, but it is the nature of the stars to cross...
A novel is a conversation between a reader and a writer.
Tiny Cooper is splayed out across the thin carpet, using his backpack as a pillow. Heâ€™s wearing skinny jeans, which look very much like denim sausage casings.
Your responsibility is not to the people you're making the gift for, but the gift itself.
Ma'am," Augustus said, nodding toward her, "Your daughter's car has just been deservingly egged by a blind man. Please close the door and go back inside or we'll be forced to call the police.
The feeling of loving her and being loved by her welled up in him, and he could taste the adrenaline in the back of his throat, and maybe it wasn't over, and maybe he could feel her hand in his again and hear her loud, brash voice contort itself into a whisper to say I-love-you as if it were a secre
I found myself thinking about President William McKinley, the third American president to be assassinated. He lived for several days after he was shot, and towards the end, his wife started crying and screaming, "I want to go too! I want to go too!" And with his last measure of strength, McKinley tu
That is, to me at least, one of the most helpful and useful things books do for us: They are generous enough to allow us to choose what matters to us.
I am concussed," I announced, entirely sure of my self-diagnosis.
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.