He specialized in the murder of dreams, Hazel Grace...
Crying is you, plus tears
When you go to a great concert, you feel this arc, almost like the music of a well-chosen set takes you on this trip through emotions and through various forms of intellectual engagement.
All of us, poor & rich alike, have been conditioned by our upbringings. Impoverished men & women may become lulled into a state of "learned helplessness" without hope to change their lives. Likewise,...
Your friendship with her-it sleeps with the fishes.
You never know. It's just. It's like. POOF. And you're gone.
We squeeze his hand. He squeezes back. You stare up at the same sky together, and after a while he says, I have to go, and you say, Good-bye, and he says Good-bye, Aza, and no one ever says good-bye u...
We need never be hopeless, because we can never be irreparably broken
The town was paper, but the memories were not.
The gray paint peels off the wall in odd and beautiful patterns, each cracked polygon of paint a snowflake of decay.
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...
Some people have lives; some people have music.
Nothing is as boring as other people's dreams.
I’m in love with you, and I’m not in thebusiness of denying myself the simple pleasure of saying true things. I’m in love with you, and I know that love is just a shout into the void, and that oblivio...
I'm telling you, Augustus Waters talked so much that he'd interrupt you at his own funeral.
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'm on a roller coaster that only goes up, he said. And it is my privilege and my responsibility to ride all the way up with you, I said.
I opened the door. He looked down at my shirt and smiled. Funny, he said.Don't call my boobs funny, I answered.
I go to seek a Great Perhaps. That's why I'm going. So I don't have to wait until I die to start seeking a Great Perhaps.
I don't believe in prom,' I reminded her as she rounded a corner. I expertly angled my raisin bran to accomodate the g-forces. I'd done this before.