But mothers lie. It's in the job description.
I looked over at Augustus Waters, who looked back at me. You could almost see through his eyes they were so blue. "There will come a time," I said, "when all of us are dead. All of us. There will come...
You know your problem, Quentin? You keep expecting people not to be themselves.
Yeah, about the test...
We never really talked much or even looked at each other, but it didn't matter because we were looking at the same sky together, which is maybe even more intimate than eye contact anyway. I mean, anyb...
We got off at the next exit, quietly, and, switching drivers, we walked in front of the car. We met and I held him, my hands balled into tight fists around his shoulders, and he wrapped his short arms...
We all miss you so much. It just never ends. It feels like we were all wounded in your battle, Caroline. I miss you. I love you.
The gray paint peels off the wall in odd and beautiful patterns, each cracked polygon of paint a snowflake of decay.
The beers all broke, he says again, and nods toward the split-open cooler, gallons of foaming liquid pouring out from inside it. We try to call Ben buy he can't hear us because he's to busy screaming,...
That's always seemed so ridiculous to me, that people want to be around someone because they're pretty. It's like picking your breakfeast cereals based on color instead of taste.
Sometimes, you read a book and it fills you with this weird evangelical zeal, and you become convinced that the shattered world will never be put back together unless and until all living humans read...
Okay, he said. I gotta go to sleep. It’s almost one. Okay, I said. Okay, he said. I giggled and said, Okay. And then the line was quiet but not dead. I almost felt like he was there in my room with me...
Love is the most common miracle.
It was an indulgence, learning last words. Other people had chocolate; I had dying declarations.
I'm starting to think you have an amputee fetish he answered, still kissing me. I laughed. I have an Augustus Waters fetish I explained.
I wasn't disappointed. My expectations had been met.
I love you present tense.
I felt the unfairness of it, the inarguable injustice of loving someone who might have loved you back but can't due to deadness.
I am crying, he thought, opening his eyes to stare through the soapy, stinging water. I feel like crying, so I must be crying, but it's impossible to tell because I'm underwater. But he wasn't crying....
He liked the mere act of reading, the magic of turning scratches on a page into words inside his head.