Sorry, I said to the Duke.Eh, it's not your fault. It's Carla's fault. You were turning the wheel. Carla just wasn't listening. I knew I shouldn't have loved her. She's like all the others, Tobin; as...
Sometimes I wondered why she liked me, or at least tolerated me. Why any of them did. Even I found myself annoying.
So dawn goes dawn goes down to day, nothing gold can stay.without pain how could we know joy?Come quickly I tasting the starsI fell in love the way you fall asleep:slowly, and then all at onceWhat a s...
So I know she forgives me, just as I forgive her. Thomas Edison's last words were: It's very beautiful over there. I don't know where there is, but I believe it's somewhere, and I hope it's beautiful.
She's just playing a trick on us. This is just an Alaska Young Prank Extraordinaire. It's Alaska being Alaska, funny and playful and not knowing when or how to put on the brakes.
Principled hate is a hell of a lot stronger than Boy, I wish you hadn't mummified me and thrown me into the lake hate.
Omnis cellula e cellula, he said again. All cells come from cells. Every cell is born of a previous cell, which was born of a previous cell. Life comes from life. Life begets life begets life begets l...
Oh, God, Alaska, I love you. I love you,' and the Colonel whispered, 'I'm so sorry, Pudge. I know you did,' and I said, 'No. Not past tense.
Of course, sweetie, his mom said. We'll be here all day. You just come down whenever you want and we love you and you're so so special, Colin, and you can't possibly let this girl make you think other...
Nothing's wrong. Everything's right. Things couldn't be righter. Things could be less tired. They could be less busy. They could be less caffeinated. But they couldn't be righter.
Nothing really mattered that much, not the good things and not the bad ones. We were in the business of mutual amusement, and we were reasonably prosperous.
Maybe this time she wanted to be found, and to be found by me.
Ma'am, Augustus said, nodding toward her, Your daughter's car has just been deservingly egged by a blind man. Please close the door and go back inside or we'll be forced to call the police.
It's turtles all the way fucking down, Holmesy. You're trying to find the turtle at the bottom of the pile, but that's not how it works.
I still think that maybe the afterlife is just something we made up to ease the pain of loss, to make our time in the labyrinth bearable. Maybe we are just matter, and matter gets recycled
I said 'I'm sorry, sir, but we don't speak Swedish.''Well, of course you don't. Neither do I. Who the hell speaks Swedish?
I make a gesture that is intended to convey, Hey, no hurry, talk as long as you'd like, and probably actually conveys, Hey, look at me! I have spastic hands.
I jog through the halls and then go upstairs to Jane’s locker and carefully slip the note I wrote last night through the vent:To: The Locker HoudiniFrom: Will GraysonRe: An Expert in the Field of Good...
I have the soul of a private jet owner, and the life of a public transportation rider. It's a real tragedy.
I hated sports. I hated sports, and I hated people who played them, and I hated people who watched them, and I hated people who didn't hate people who watched or played them.