We Play the broken string of our instruments one last time
Traveling, I am finding, teaches you a lot of things about yourself. For instance, I never thought myself to be the kind of person who pees into a mostly empty bottle of Bluefin energy drink while driving through South Carolina at seventy-seven miles per hour - but in face I am that kind of person.
He lit a cigarette and handed it to me. I inhaled. Coughed. Wheezed. Gasped for breath. Coughed again. Considered vomiting. Grabbed the swinging bench, head spinning, and threw the cigarette to the ground and stomped on it, convinced my Great Perhaps did not involve cigarettes.
And in my classes, I will talk most of the time, and you will listen most of the time. Because you may be smart, but I've been smart longer.
We're not going to break anything. Don't think of it as breaking in to SeaWorld. Think of it as visiting SeaWorld in the middle of the night for free.
This was the first time in my life that so many things would never happen again.
The marks humans leave are too often scars.
If we'd put them in a vase in the living room, they would have been everyone's flowers. I wanted them to be my flowers.
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
He liked the idea of coffee quite a lotâ€”a warm drink that gave you energy and had been for centuries associated with sophisticates and intellectuals. But coffee itself tasted to him like caffeinated stomach bile.
pg. 231-232: They'd given me a minivan. They could have picked any car and they picked a minivan. A minivan. O God of the Vehicular Justice, why dost thou mock me? Minivan, you albatross around my neck! You mark of Cain! You wretched beast high ceilings and few horsepower!
How about I call you when I finish this?â€ â€œBut you donâ€™t even have my phone number,â€ he said. â€œI strongly suspect you wrote it in the book.â€ He broke out into that goofy smile. â€œA nd you say we donâ€™t know each other.
The good times and the bad times both will pass. It will pass. It will get easier. But the fact that it will get easier does not mean that it doesnâ€™t hurt now. And when people try to minimize your pain they are doing you a disservice. And when you try to minimize your own pain youâ€™re doing yours
I believe the universe wants to be noticed. I think the universe is inprobably biased toward the consciousness, that it rewards intelligence in part because the universe enjoys its elegance being observed. And who am I, living in the middle of history, to tell the universe that it-or my observation
I think maybe the reason I have spent most of my life being afraid is that I have been trying to prepare myself to train my body for real fear when it comes. But I am not prepared.
All good American literature is always interested in people who are ambiguously heroic, like Gatsby.
We kiss. Her hands are freezing on my face, and she tastes like coffee and the smell of the onion is still stuck in my nose, and my lips are all dry from the endless winter. And it's awesome.
I was so frustrated with him. "I just want to be enough for you, but I never can be. This can never be enough for you. But this is all you get. You get me, and your family, and this world. This is your life. I'm sorry if it sucks. But you're not going to be the first man on Mars, and you're not goin
I spy with my little eye a great story.
I was blind and heart broken and didn't want to do anything and Gus burst into my room and shouted, "I have wonderful news!" And I was like, "I don't really want to hear wonderful news right now," and Gus said, "This is wonderful news you want to hear," and I asked him, "Fine, what is it?" and he sa
You see how fake it all is. It's not even hard enough to be made out of plastic. It's a paper town.
If you donâ€™t know about Tumblr then you are not supposed to know about Tumblr. Itâ€™s like fight club.
I was enrolled in divinity school and thought I was going to become a minister - I'm Episcopalian - but I was disavowed of that notion pretty quickly while working at the hospital. I found myself really unfulfilled by the answers that are traditionally offered to questions of why some people suffer
Oh, Wikipedia, with your tension between those who would share knowledge and those who would destroy it.
You don't remember what happened. What you remember becomes what happened.
You don't get to choose if you get hurt in this world...but you do have some say in who hurts you. I like my choices.
Some Democrats are beginning to salivate too much, ... They still have to make good on their opportunity.
I can't be you. You can't be me. You can imagine another wellâ€”but never quite perfectly, you know?
There were so many of us who would have to live with things done and things left undone that day. Things that did not go right, things that seemed okay at the time because we could not see the future. If only we could see the endless string of consequences that result from our smallest actions. But
Seriously, don't even get me started on my hot bod. You don't want to see me naked, Dave. Seeing me naked actually took Hazel Grace's breath away,' he said, nodding toward the oxygen tank.