He liked the mere act of reading, the magic of turning scratches on a page into words inside his head.
Caroline was always moody and miserable, but I liked it. I liked feeling as if she had chosen me as the only person in the world not to hate, and so we spent all this time together just ragging on eve...
But I had to kill you, because the only other possible ending was us doing it, which I wasn't really emotionally ready to write about at ten.''Fair enough,' I say. 'But in the revision, I want to get...
Augustus, I said. Really. You don't have to do this.Sure I do, he said. I found my Wish.God, you're the best, I told him.I bet you say that to all the boys who finance your international travel, he an...
And the moral of the story is that you don't remember what happened. What you remember becomes what happened. And the second moral of the story, if a story can have multiple morals, is that Dumpers ar...
10-5 space 16-5-14-19-5 space 17-21-5 space 10-5 space 20-1-9-13-5.
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 OK at the time because we could not see the future. I...
We were kissing.I thought: This is good.I thought: I am not bad at this kissing. Not bad at all.I thought: I am clearly the greatest kisser in the history of the universe.Suddenly she laughed and pull...
He'd fought hard, Lida told me, as if there was another way to fight.
You can never love someone as much as you miss them.
The point is that there are always answers.
You smoke to enjoy it, I smoke to die.
You know your problem, Quentin? You keep expecting people not to be themselves.
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.
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.
This is the Homosexuality Is An Abomination Club, right?
There are always answers. We just have to be smart enough.
The only way out of the labyrinth of suffering is to forgive
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,...
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...