Who would you die for? Who would you wake up at five forty-five in the morning for even though you don't even know why he needs you?
What you must understand about me is that I’m a deeply unhappy person.
We need never be hopeless, because we can never be irreparably broken. We think we are invincible because we are.
We just sat there quiet for a long time, which was fine, and I was thinking about way back in the very beginning in the Literal Heart of Jesus...
We didn't have sex. We never got naked. I never touched her bare breast, and her hands never got lower than my hips. It didn't matter. As she slept, I whispered, I love you, Alaska Young.
Tiny takes a shot, grimaces, and exhales. Tastes like Satan’s fire cock, Tiny says, and then pushes another shot in my direction. Sounds delightful, I say, but I’ll pass.
Tiny Cooper is not the world's gayest person, and he is not the world's largest person, but I believe he may be the world's largest person who is really, really gay, and also the world's gayest person...
This is the Homosexuality Is An Abomination Club, right?
There’s no need to suffer. Which I’d argue is just a fundamental misunderstanding of the human predicament, but okay.
There were five others before they got to him. He smiled a little when his turn came. His voice was low, smoky, and dead sexy. My name is Augustus Waters, he said. I’m seventeen. I had a little touch...
The world went on, as it does, without my full participation, and I only woke up from the reverie when someone said my name.
The phrase booze and mischief left me worrying I'd stumbled into what my mother referred to as the wrong crowd, but for the wrong crowd, they both seemed awfully smart.
The marks humans leave are too ofter scars.
The madness of wealth. Sometimes you think you're spending the money, but all along the money's spending you. But only if you worship it. You serve whatever you worship.
The madness of wealth, my mother mumbled. Sometimes you think you’re spending money, but all along the money’s spending you.
The idea is that for ten minutes, we forget that we have feelings. And we forget about protecting ourselves or other people and we just say the truth. For ten minutes. And then we can go back to being...
The dead are visible only in the terrible lidless eye of memory. The living, thank heaven, retain the ability to surprise and to disappoint. a
That’s always seemed so ridiculous to me, that people would want to be around someone because they’re pretty. It’s like picking your breakfast cereals based on color instead of taste.
That's what we should do, Hazel Grace: We should team up and be this disabled vigilante duo roaring through the world, righting wrongs, defending the weak, protecting the endangered.
Talking to a drunk person was like talking to an extremely happy, severely brain-damaged three-year-old.