I would always be like this, always have this within me. There was no beating it. I would never slay the dragon, because the dragon was also me. My self and the disease were knotted together for life.
I don't care if the New York Times writes an obituary for me. I just want you to write one. ... You say you're not special because the world doesn't know about you, but that's an insult to me. I know...
True terror isn’t being scared; it’s not having a choice on the matter.
I told Augustus the broad outline of my miracle: diagnosed with Stage IV thyroid cancer when I was thirteen. (I didn’t tell him that the diagnosis came three months after I got my first period. Like:...
But there was so much todo: cigarettes to smoke, sex to have, swings to swing on. I'll have more time for reading when I'm old and boring.
You shall love your neighbourWith your crooked heart,It says so much about love and brokenness -- it's perfect.
Las cosas nunca suceden como yo las imagino.
Because you're my friend, wingnut.
We live in a universe devoted to the creation, and eradication, of awareness. Augustus Waters did not die after a lengthy battle with cancer. He died after a lengthy battle with human consciousness, a...
We are like a bunch of dogs squirting on fire hydrants. We poison the groundwater with our toxic piss, marking everything MINE in a ridiculous attempt to survive our deaths. I can't stop pissing on fi...
We are greater than the sum of our parts.
That brief walk was one of those moments he knew he'd remember and look back on, one of those moments that he'd try to capture in the stories he told. Nothing was happening, really, but the moment was...
Suffering is universal.
I've gotten really hot since you went blind.
I just want to do something that matters. Or be something that matters. I just want to matter.
I find it really offensive when people say that the emotional experiences of teenagers are less real or less important than those of adults. I am an adult, and I used to be a teenager, and so I can te...
Either write something worth reading, or do something worth writing.
but there was nothing I could do to dim the supernovae exploding inside my brain, an endless chain of intra cranial firecrackers
...the kind of weather that reminds you after a long winter that while the world wasn't built for humans, we were built for the world. t
And I told myself -- as I've told myself before -- that the body shuts down then the pain gets too bad, that consciousness is temporary, that this will pass. But just like always, I didn't slip away....