This is what I love about novels - both reading them and writing them. They jump into the abyss to be with you where you are.
You are going to live a good and long life filled with great and terrible moments that you cannot even imagine yet.
She cannot possibly be dead, people do not just die
I want to minimize the deaths I am responsible for.
In my opinion, actual heroism, like actual love, is a messy, painful, vulnerable businessâ€”and I wanted to try to reflect that.
I tore open the closet door and began feverishly sorting through the shirts piled on the floor in the vain hope that inside that pile there might be some wondrously perfect shirt down there, a nice and tough but I'm also a surprisingly good listener with a true and abiding passion for cheers and tho
Issac:"I dislike living in a world without Augustus Waters." Computer: "I don't understand-" Issac: "Me neither. Pause
We only have so long to play in the dirt and ask questions of rivers.
But I will say this: When the scientists of the future show up at my house with robot eyes and they tell me to try them on, I will tell the scientists to screw off, because I do not want to see a world without him.
So Zeno is most famous for his tortoise paradox. Let us imagine that you are in a race with a tortoise. The tortoise has a ten-yard head start. In the time it takes you to run that ten yards, the tortoise has moved one yard. And then in the time it takes you to make up that distance, the tortoise go
And yet still I worried. I like being a person. I wanted to keep at it. Worry is yet another side effect of dying.
I felt the unfairness of it, the inarguable injustice of loving someone who might have loved you back but can't due to deadness.
Before I got here, I thought for a long time that the way out of the labyrinth was to pretend that it did not exist, to build a small, self-sufficient world in the back corner of the endless maze and to pretend that I was not lost, but home.
When did we see each other face-to-face? Not until you saw into my cracks and I saw into yours. Before that, we were just looking at ideas of each other, like looking at your window shade but never seeing inside. But once the vessel cracks, the light can get in. The light can get out.
In the dark beside me, she smelled of sweat and sunshine and vanilla,
He may be a malevolent sorcerer, but Tiny Cooper is his own goddamned man, and if he wants to be a gigantic skipper, then that's his right as a huge American.
dating you would be like a series of unnecessary root canals interspersed with occasional makeout sessions.
I'm not sure if I'm depressed. I mean, I'm not exactly sad. But I'm not exactly happy either. I can laugh and joke and smile during the day, But sometimes when I'm alone at night I forget how to feel.
What the hell is instant? Nothing is instant.
Writing is something you do alone. It's a profession for introverts who wanna tell you a story but don't wanna make eye contact while telling it
â€Ž"I go to seek a Great Perhaps.
No, I donâ€™t think youâ€™re gonna be single forever, and also I donâ€™t understand your obsession with romantic love. There are other ways to have fulfilling relationships that can sustain you and make your life great and fun other than having a sexualized relationship. Itâ€™s not the only kind of
People talk about the courage of cancer patients, and I do not deny that courage. I had been poked and stabbed and poisoned for years, and still I trod on. But make no mistake: In that moment, I would have been very, very happy to die.
Easy comfort isn't comforting
But pizza was originally Italian, although, Italian pizza doesn't taste much like this because this pizza is fortified with sodium. Which is a mineral...or a vitamin. All I know is that it's good for you.
That was part of her, and you used to know it. It's like now you only care about the Alaska you made up.
And then we were kissing.....The space around us evaporated, and for a weird moment I rally like my body; this cancer-ruined thing I'd spent years dragging around suddenly seemed worth the struggle,..
People believed in an afterlife because they couldn't bear not to.
We Play the broken string of our instruments one last time
We look back to the most important moment in our history, and that becomes the dividing line between what we were and what we are now.