Look, let me just say it: He was hot. A nonhot boy stares at you relentlessly and it is, at best, awkward and, at worst, a form of assault. But a hot boy . . . well.
It’s a weird phrase in English, in love, like it’s a sea you drown in or a town you live in. You don’t get to be in anything else—in friendship or in anger or in hope. All you can be in is love.
It's a metaphor, see: You put the killing thing right between your teeth, but you don't give it the power to do its killing.
It was not an eventful day. I should have done extraordinary things. I should have sucked the marrow out of life. But on that day, I slept eighteen hours out of a possible twenty-four.
Imagining the future is a kind of nostalgia. (...) You spend your whole life stuck in the labyrinth, thinking about how you'll escape it one day, and how awesome it will be, and imagining that future...
I wondered if there would ever be a day when I didn't think about Alaska, wondered whether I should hope for a time when she would be a distant memory - recalled only on the anniversary of her death,...
I lit up like a Christmas tree-Augustus Waters
I liked being a person. I wanted to keep at it.
I enjoy looking at beautiful people, and I decided a while ago not to deny myself the simplest pleasure of existence.
I am thinking that I don't want this to happen. I don't want to die. I don't want my friends to die. And to be honest, as the time slows down and my hands are in the air, I am afforded the chance to t...
How will I ever get out of this labyrinth! In reality, How will I ever get out of this labyrinth! were probably not Simon Bolivar's last words (although he did, historically, say them). His last words...
Gus: It tastes like...Me: Food.Gus: Yes, precisely. It tastes like food, excellently prepared. But it does not taste, how do I put this delicately...?Me: It does not taste like God Himself cooked heav...
Getting you a date to prom is so hard that the hypothetical idea itself is actually used to cut diamonds.
Everyone wanted me to feed them that story—darkness to light, weakness to strength, broken to whole. I wanted it, too.
Dumpers may not always be the heartbreakers, and the Dumpees may not always be the heartbroken. But everyone has a tendency.
Do you ever wonder whether people would like you more or less if they could see inside you? ...But I always wonder about that. If people could see me the way I see myself - if they could live in my me...
Do the thing you're good at. Not many people are lucky enough to be so good at something.
As the tide washed in, the Dutch Tulip Man faced the Ocean:Conjoiner rejoinder poisoner concealer revelator. Look at it, rising up and rising down, taking everything with it.What’s that? Anna asked.Wa...
And I kept thinking about how sky is a singular noun, as if it's one thing. But the sky isn't one thing. The sky is everything. And last night, it was enough.
Also, it was a bit hopeless, he said. A bit defeatist.If by defeatist you mean honest, then I agree.I don't think defeatism is honest, Dad answered. I refuse to accept that.