And the moral of the story is that you don't remember what happened. What you remember becomes what happened. And the second moral of the story, if a story can have multiple morals, is that Dumpers are not inherently worse than Dumpees - breaking up isn't something that gets done to you; it's someth
That's the thing about pain, it demands to be felt.
Without pain, how could we know joy?' This is an old argument in the field of thinking about suffering and its stupidity and lack of sophistication could be plumbed for centuries but suffice it to say that the existence of broccoli does not, in any way, affect the taste of chocolate.
You will not kill my girlfriend today, International Terrorists of Ambiguous Nationality!
Books so special and rare and yours that advertising your affection feels like a betrayal.
And I donâ€™t blame him. I donâ€™t even trust me.
Let me just acknowlege that the function of grammar is to make language as efficent and clear and transparent as possible. But if weâ€™re all constantly correcting each otherâ€™s grammar and being really snotty about it, then people stop talking because they start to be petrified that theyâ€™re goin
You will go to the paper towns and never come back.
I leave, and the leaving is so exhilarating I know I can never go back. But then what? Do I just keep leaving places, and leaving them, and leaving them, tramping a perpetual journey?
I'm just reveling in the glory of not having to hear the neediness and impotence of my own voice.
For me, the heroâ€™s journey is not the voyage from weakness to strength. The true heroâ€™s journey is the voyage from strength to weakness.
My sense is that at least in this state, Kerry is playing to tie on the foreign policy questions and the so-called values issues, the shorthand for which is God and guns. He comes into Ohio and he talks about being a sportsman, he talks about his military record, he talks about his faith, but he pro
I'm really not up for answering any questions that start with how, when, where, why or what.
One of the pitfalls about writing about illness is that it is very easy to imagine people with cancer as either these wise-beyond-their-years creatures or these sad-eyed tragic people. And the truth is, people living with cancer are very much like people who are not living with cancer. They're every
That deep, can-still-taste-her-in-my-mouth sleep.
You never know. It's just. It's like. POOF. And you're gone.
Donâ€™t make stuff because you want to make money - it will never make you enough money. And donâ€™t make stuff because you want to get famous - because you will never feel famous enough. Make gifts for people - and work hard on making those gifts in the hope that those people will notice and like t
Do you have a Wish?' he asked, referring to this organization, The Genie Foundation, which is in the business of granting sick kids one wish. 'No' I said. 'I used my Wish pre-Miracle.' 'What'd you do?' I sighed loudly. 'I was thirteen,' I said. 'Not Disney,' he said. I said nothing. 'You did not go
The tales of our exploits will survive as long as the human voice itself,' he said. 'And even after that, when the robots recall the human absurdities of sacrifice and compassion, they will remember us.
You can love someone so much...But you can never love people as much as you can miss them.
Does he have ugly hands? Sometimes beautiful people have ugly hands." "No he has kind of amazing hands.
The pleasure isn't in doing the thing, the pleasure is in planning it.
I feel like crying, so I must be crying, but it's impossible to tell because I'm underwater.
Love is keeping the promise anyway.
Right. I'd forgotten about her.' He shook his head. 'That keeps happening.
When it works, anticipation is far more fulfilling than surprise, because we are reminded that a sunrise is precisely as magnificent as it is inevitable.
I love you' really is the gateway drug of breaking up.
You are going to live a good and long life filled with great and terrible moments that you cannot even imagine yet.
Uh-uh, dude. I tried it your way with the dating and the girls and the kissing and the drama, and man, I didn't like it. Plus, my best friend is a walking cautionary tale of what happens to you when romantic relationships don't involve marriage. Like you always say, kafir, everything ends in breakup
When I was in college, I remember fearing that the dreary grind of adulthood would feature infinitely more existential dread than frat parties had, but the opposite has been true for me. I'm much less likely to feel that gnawing fear of aimlessness and nihilism than I used to be and that's partly be