To be fair to Monica, I said, what you did to her wasn't very nice either.What'd I do to her? he asked, defensive.You know, going blind and everything.But that's not my fault, Isaac said.I'm not sayin...
There was time before organisms experienced consciousness, and there will be time after. And if the inevitability of human oblivion worries you, I encourage you to ignore it.
The world, he said, is not a wish-granting factory.
The thing about dead people... The thing is you sound like a bastard if you don't romanticize them, but the truth is... complicated, I guess.
That's who you really like. The people you can think out loud in front of.
That was the worst part about having cancer, sometimes: The physical evidence of disease separates you from other people.
She walks lightly, old man. She walks lightly upon the earth.
Life is a series of choices between wonders.
Just like that. From a hundred miles an hour to asleep in a nanosecond. I wanted so badly to lie down next to her on the couch, to wrap my arms around her and sleep. Not f*ck, like in those movies. No...
It was nice to spend time with someone so interesting.
It took me a sleeve of Girl Scout Thin Mints and forty minutes to get over that boy.
I've lived here for eighteen years and I have never once in my life come across anyone who cares about anything that matters.
I missed everybody. To be alive is to be missing.
I didn't tell him that the diagnosis came three months after I got my first period. Like: Congratulations! You're a woman. Now die.
How can you read and talk at the same time? I asked.Well, I usually can’t, but neither the book nor the conversation is particularly intellectually challenging.
He missed that, too, and it hadn't even happened.
From the front Rdar announces, Don't you go talking bad about GoFast bars. Do you want me to stop this car?Whenever I eat a GoFast bar, Ben says, I'm always like, 'So this is what blood tastes like to...
Everyone wanted me to feed them that story—darkness to light, weakness to strength, broken to whole. I wanted it, too.
Dude, I don’t want to talk about Lacey’s prom shoes. And I’ll tell you why: I have this thing that makes me really uninterested in prom shoes. It’s called a penis.
But then in middle school science, Mr. Martinez asked who among us had ever fantasized about living in the clouds, and everyone raised their hand. Then Mr. Martinez told us that up in the clouds the w...