I always had this secret suspicion that I was special.
What do you mean by meant? Given the final futility of our struggle, is the fleeting jolt of meaning that art gives us valuable? Or is it the only value passing time as comfortably as possible?
My inner goddess is doing the merengue with some salsa moves.
Dad had a sign of his own. MY BEAUTIFUL FAMILY, it read, and then underneath that (AND GUS).
She's just playing a trick on us. This is just an Alaska Young Prank Extraordinaire. It's Alaska being Alaska, funny and playful and not knowing when or how to put on the brakes.
Her library filled her bookshelves and then overflowed into waist-high stacks of books everywhere, piled haphazardly against the walls. If just one of them moved... the domino effect could engulf the three of us in an asphyxiating mass of literature.
I'm just reveling in the glory of not having to hear the neediness and impotence of my own voice.
Sometimes the way you think about someone isn't the way they actually are.
I believe in hope, in what is something called â€radical hope.â€ I believe there is hope for all of us, even amid the suffering. And thatâ€™s why I write fiction, probaby. Itâ€™s my attempt to keep that fragile strand of radical hope, to buld a fire in the darkness.r
She said 'I love you' as if it were a secret, and an immense one.
All representations of a thing are inherently abstract.
Ashes to ashes. Garage sale to garage sale,â€ I said.
Weâ€™re as likely to hurt the universe as we are to help it, and weâ€™re not likely to do either.
I stand in this parking lot, realizing that Iâ€™ve never been this far from home, and here is this girl I love and cannot follow. I hope this is the heroâ€™s errand, because not following her is the hardest thing Iâ€™ve ever done.
From the front Rdar announces, "Don't you go talking bad about GoFast bars. Do you want me to stop this car?" "Whenever I eat a GoFast bar," Ben says, "I'm always like, 'So this is what blood tastes like to mosquitoes.
He knew he couldn't tell stories, that he always included extraneous details & tangents that interested only him.
One of the reasons that metaphor and symbolism are important in books is because they are also important to life. Like, for example say you're in high school and you're a boy and you say to a girl: "Do you like anyone right now?" - that's not the question you're asking. The question you're asking is
Eternity bids thee to forget.
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.
We have to live with ambiguity. We have to give ourselves over to it. The question is: How? How are we going to live in a universe where important questions will always go unanswered?
The part I enjoy most is not the doing, but the noticing.
Why are breakfast foods breakfast foods?
The not knowing would not keep me from caring.
Interesting capitalization,' I said. 'Yeah. I'm a big believer in random capitalization. The rules of capitalization are so unfair to words in the middle.
In general-like not just in fiction but in life-it doesn't work out well when someone imagines someone else as a manic pixie dream girl or an Edward Cullen or anything other than a full, complex human being. That said, while I've tried to reflect that in my books, I don't think I've always succeeded
It was not an eventful day. I should have done extraordinary things. I should have sucked the marrow out of life. But on that day, I slept eighteen hours out of a possible twenty-four.
And then it was the kind of dark your eyes never adjust to.
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
Iâ€™ve always sort of preferred people who are not entirely likable.
Whenever you read a cancer booklet or website or whatever, they always list depression among the side effects of cancer. But, in fact, depression is not a side effect of cancer. Depression is a side effect of dying.