I figured something out, he said aloud. The future is unpredictable.Hassan said, Sometimes the kafir likes to say massively obvious things in a really profound voice.
I don't think your missing pieces ever fit inside you again once they go missing.
I don't really want to be the costar of anyone's life.
I could stand up and go to her and kiss her. I could. But there is still too much to be ruined.
I can't remember, because I never knew.
I can't be mad at you, you harmless scrawny bastard.
He knew he couldn't tell stories, that he always included extraneous details & tangents that interested only him.
For some reason, I wanted to tell him the truth. Whether it hurts is kind of irrelevant. That’s a pretty good life motto, he said.
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...
Caring doesn't sometimes lead to misery. It always does.
But once that string gets cut, kid, you can't uncut it. Do you get what I'm saying?
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.
And on the last day, the bad days become so difficult to recall, because one way or another, she had made a life here, just as I had. The town was paper, but the memories were not. All the things I’d...
After I finished, there was quite a long period of silence as I watched a smile spread all the way across Augustus’s face—not the little crooked smile of the boy trying to be sexy while he stared at m...
A paper town for a paper girl.
A drink this good deserves one's best posture.
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....
یه زمانی میرسه که همه ما مردیم. همه مون. یه زمانی میرسه که هیچ بنی بشری باقی نمونده که حتی یادش بیاد کسی وجود خارجی داشته یا گونه ی بشر اصلا کاری کرده. کسی نمی مونه که ارسطو یا کلئوپاترا رو به یاد بیا...
¿Te sientes mejor? le preguntó.No murmuró Isaac.Es lo que pasa con el dolor dijo Augustus. Volvió la mirada hacia mí y añadió: Hay que sentirlo.