I brought you a snack, Takumi said, dropping an oatmeal cream pie onto my book.Very nutritious, I smiled.You've got your oats. You've got your meal. You've got your cream. It's a fuckin' food pyramid.
He smirked. You're an incorrect concept.I know. That's why I'm being taken out of the rotation.
He missed that, too, and it hadn't even happened.
Gus knew. Gus knows. I will not tell you our love story, because—like all real love stories—it will die with us, as it should. I'd hoped that he'd be eulogizing me.
Everything's uglier close up, she said.Not you, I answered.
Don't make fun of her, the Duke said. She needs gentle encouragement. Carla, baby, we love you. You are such a good car. And we believe in you one hundred percent....Don't listen to him, Carla. You're...
Do you guys remember that time when we were all definitely going to die and then Ben grabbed the steering wheel and dodged a ginormous freaking cow and spun the car like the teacups at Disney World an...
Depression is a side effect of dying. (Almost everything is, really).
Dear Mr. Peter Van Houten (c/o Lidewij Vliegenthart), My name is Hazel Grace Lancaster. My friend Augustus Waters, who read An Imperial Affliction at my recommendationtion, just received an email fro...
Crying adds something: crying is you, plus tears.
Because memories fall apart, too. And then you're left with nothing, left not even with a ghost but with its shadow. In the beginning she haunted me, haunted my dreams, but even now, just weeks later,...
At some point we all look up and realize we are lost in a maze.
As I followed Margo's directions through the maze of one-way streets, we saw a few people sleeping on the sidewalk or sitting on benches, but nobody was moving. Margo rolled down the window, and I fel...
When you date someone, you have the markers along the way, right: You kiss, you have The Talk, you say the Three Little Words, you sit on a swing set and break up. You can plot the points on a graph....
The funny thing about writing is that whether you're doing well or doing it poorly, it looks the exact same. That's actually one of the main ways that writing is different from ballet dancing.
Weltschmerz: its the depression you feel when the world as it is does not line up with the world as you think it should be.
The point is that there are always answers.
The afterlife mattered to me. Heaven and hell and reincarnation. As much as I wanted to know how Alaska had died, I wanted to know where she was now, if anywhere.
It is the nature of stars to cross
Your party kicked so much ass!Even though you suck so much! It's like, instead of blood, your heart pumps liquid suck! But thanks for the beer!