I'm not embarrassed by my faith, and I'm also not embarrassed by my doubt.
At some point, you just pull off the Band-Aid, and it hurts, but then it's over and you're relieved.
We all romanticize the people we adore.
Colder by the hour, more dead with every breath.
Their very success has brought extra criticism that feeds this sense of being persecuted, ... Before, they felt a lack of respect. Now, they feel some hostility.
Sexuality is important, but it's certainly not the most interesting or important thing happening to you right now. We live in a world that tells us that there are only two important things. One is the acquisition of goods and the other is either the acquisition or avoidance of sex, but it turns out
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.
He told me this while ripping through his duffel bag, throwing clothes into drawers with reckless abandon. Chip did not believe in having a sock drawer or a T-shirt drawer. He believed that all drawers were created equal and filled each with whatever fit. My mother would have died.
Crying is you, plus tears
It seems to me that the great pleasure of human life is not in having an opinion, but rather in learning all the ways you are wrong, and all the nuances you failed to account for, and all the truths that turned out to be not as simple as you once believed. And it seems to me that one of the central
We just sat there quiet for a long time, which was fine, and I was thinking about way back in the very beginning in the Literal Heart of Jesus...
Reading a good book helps us to feel un-alone.
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
. . . Endlessness is a really strange idea in a universe that is defined by its endings.
I am a giant squid of anger.
I ran like a cheetah - well, like a cheetah that smoked too much.
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.
You realize that trying to keep your distance from me will not lessen my affection for you. All efforts to save me from you will fail.
Thatâ€™s part of what I like about the book in some ways. It portrays death truthfully. You die in the middle of your life, in the middle of a sentence
The dead are visible only in the terrible lidless eye of memory. The living, thank heaven, retain the ability to surprise and to disappoint. - Van Houten
Chicago is the Great American City, and it was really great to live there during a time of economic expansion and opportunity and growth. I felt like I was living at the center of the world. Unlike New York, no one expects you to be a professional writer.
It's nice to have people who will feel guilty for you.
The phrase booze and mischief left me worrying I'd stumbled into what my mother referred to as "the wrong crowd," but for the wrong crowd, they both seemed awfully smart.
Late in the winter of my seventeenth year, my mother decided I was depressed, presumably because I rarely left the house, spent quite a lot of time in bed, read the same book over and over, ate infrequently, and devoted quite a bit of my abundant free time to thinking about death.
Daddy is trying really fugging hard to think of a not-terrifying reason why you'd wake Daddy up in the middle of the night to ask that fugging question. But no. No. Daddy does not have a match or a lighter.
Teenagers are extremely funny, and extremely clever and intellectually curious. But they're also willing to ask questions about the meaning of life without disguising them around irony, and ask questions about what are our responsibilities to other people without having to couch it in irony.
Caroline was always moody and miserable, but I liked it. I liked feeling as if she had chosen me as the only person in the world not to hate, and so we spent all this time together just ragging on everyone, you know?
But a lot of times, people die how they live. And so last words tell me a lot about who people were, and why they became the sort of people biographies get written about.
Worry is yet another side effect of dying.
Just spend a few more months playing video games. That hand-eye coordination will come in handy when you get to third base.