You just gotta tell her, man,’ I said. ‘You just gotta say, Angela, I really like you, but there’s something you need to know: when we go to my house and hook up, we’ll be watched by the twenty-four h...
You can’t know, sweetie, because you’ve never had a baby become a brilliant young reader with a side interest in horrible television shows, but the joy you bring us is so much greater than the sadness...
You can love someone so much, he thought. But you can never love people as much as you can miss them.
You can learn a lot about government from donkey balls.
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?
We think that we are invincible because we are.
We need never be hopeless, because we can never be irreparably broken. We think we are invincible because we are.
We didn't talk much. But we didn't need to.
We are literally in the heart of Jesus, he said. I thought we were in a church basement, but we are literally in the heart of Jesus.Someone should tell Jesus, I said. I mean, it's gotta be dangerous,...
Things never happened like I imagined them.
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 whole problem with boys is that ninety-nine percent of them are, like, okay. If you could dress and hygiene them properly, and make them stand up straight and listen to you and not be dumbasses, t...
The weird thing about houses is that they almost always look like nothing is happening inside of them, even though they contain most of our lives. I wondered if that was sort of the point of architect...
The thing about That Guy Is a Gigolo,' Radar says, 'I mean, the thing about it as a game, is that in the end it reveals a lot more about the person doing the imagining than it does about the person be...
The point of the story is they built the city anyway, you know? You work with what you have. they had this shit river, and they managed to build an okay city around it. Not a great city, maybe. But no...
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 minister said, Let us pray, but as everyone else bowed their head, I could only stare slack-jawed at the sight of Peter Van Houten. After a moment, he whispered, We gotta fake pray, and bowed his...
That’s part of what I like about the book in some ways. It portrays death truthfully. You die in the middle of your life, in the middle of a sentence