We idealize them as gods or dismiss them as animals.
I realized during my time as a chaplain that I didn't want to be a minister.
Yeah, so if that guy can make it in drunk, surely we can make it in sober. I mean, weâ€™re ninjas.' 'Well, maybe youâ€™re a ninja,' I said. 'Youâ€™re just a really loud, awkward ninja,' Margo said, 'but we are both ninjas.
See, popularity is complicated. You have to spend a lot of time thinking about liking; you have to really like being liked, and also sort like being disliked.
...whatever you're worried about, you're bigger than the worries.
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.
History doesn't have a curfew.
I always felt like you had to be important to have enemies.
As far as all of our identities are dependent on how other people imagine us we are all making ourselves and each other up all the time
Are you currently at your house?" he asked. "Um, no," I said. "That was a trick question. I knew the answer, because I am currently at your house.
Adult librarians are like lazy bakers: their patrons want a jelly doughnut, so they give them a jelly doughnut. Childrenâ€™s librarians are ambitious bakers: 'You like the jelly doughnut? Iâ€™ll get you a jelly doughnut. But you should try my cruller, too. My cruller is gonna blow your mind, kid.
There's your labyrinth of suffering. We are all going. Find your way out of that maze.
I thought you hung the moon.
You die in the middle of your life.
But once that string gets cut, kid, you can't uncut it. Do you get what I'm saying?
It's a metaphor, see: You put the killing thing right between your teeth, but you don't give it the power to do its killing.
I really like umbrellas. It's like, I have a roof! I carry it with me! Umbrellas always amuse me.
Long week. Long month. Long life.
All those paper people living in their paper houses, burning the future to stay warm.
And then I was asleep. That deep, can-still-taste-her-in-my-mouth sleep, that sleep that is not particularly restful but difficult to wake up from all the same.
The only thing worse than having a party that no one attends is having a party attended only by two vastly, deeply uninteresting people.
This was what I liked most about my friends: just sitting around & telling stories.
It does have a kind of byzantine quality to it. There is a good bit of strange stuff going on.
Do the thing you're good at. Not many people are lucky enough to be so good at something.
People want to feel good about the person they vote for. Candidates use values to evoke a positive impression.
Books so special and rare and yours that advertising your affection feels like a betrayal.
And okay, fair enough, but there is this unwritten contract between author and reader and I think not ending your book kind of violates that contract.
The challenge is the same whether or not I'm collaborating: to empathize with your reader and to tell a story that will matter to him or her. But the mechanics of going about that challenge change when you're collaborating, because you have someone to help refine your thinking and expand your vision
Colin's skin was alive with the feeling of connection to everyone in that car and everyone not in it. And he was feeling not-unique in the very best possible way.
And I vaguely remember her smiling at me from the door way the glittering ambiguity of a girls smile, which seems to promise an answer to the question, but never gives it. The question, the one weâ€™ve all been asking since girls stopped being gross, the question that is to simple to be uncomplicate