And then the line was quite but not dead. I almost felt like he was there in my room with me, but in a way it was better, like I was not in my room and he was not in his, but instead we were together...
Reading a good book helps us to feel un-alone.
It is the nature of stars to cross
You will not kill my girlfriend today, International Terrorists of Ambiguous Nationality!
You know your problem, Quentin? You keep expecting people not to be themselves. I mean, I could hate you for being massively unpunctual and for never being interested in anything other than Margo Roth...
What can we do? Mom asked again.I shrugged.But she kept asking, as if there were something she could do, until I just kind of crawled across the couch into her lap and my dad came over and held my leg...
We Play the broken string of our instruments one last time
There is no try, I said, There is only do.
There is always the risk: something is good and good and good and good, and then all at once it gets awkward. All at once, she sees you looking at her, and then she doesn't want to joke around with yo...
She was loved deeply, but not widely
Random questions are the least random of all questions.
Peeing is like a good book in that it is very, very hard to stop once you start.
Our infinity is bigger than other infinities.
Life is not a wish granting factory.
Imagine others complexly.
I went on spouting bullshit Encouragements as Gus's parents, arm in arm, hugged each other and nodded at every word. Funerals, I had decided, are for the living.
I tried to go to sleep with my headphones still on, but then after a while my mom and dad came in, and my mom grabbed Bluie from the shelf and hugged him to her stomach, and my dad sat down in my desk...
I left the only way you can leave. You pull your life off all at once - like a Band-Aid.
I leave, and the leaving is so exhilarating I know I can never go back. But then what? Do I just keep leaving places, and leaving them, and leaving them, tramping a perpetual journey?
I felt the unfairness of it, the inarguable injustice of loving someone who might have loved you back but can't due to deadness.