Did you know that for pretty much the entire history of the human species, the average life span was less than thirty years? You could count on ten years or so of real adulthood, right? There was no p...
Do you guys remember that one time, in the minivan, twenty minutes ago, that we somehow didn't die?
Don't you know who you love, Pudge? You love the girl who makes you laugh and shows you porn and drinks wine with you. You don't love the crazy, sullen bitch.
Every loss is unprecedented.
Everyone in this tale had a rock-solid hamartia: hers, that she is so sick; yours, that you are so well. Were she better or you sicker, then the stars would not be so terribly crossed, but it is the n...
Francois Rabelais. He was a poet. And his last words were I go to seek a Great Perhaps. That's why I'm going. So I don't have to wait until I die to start seeking a Great Perhaps.
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.
He knew he couldn't tell stories, that he always included extraneous details & tangents that interested only him.
He liked the idea of coffee quite a lot—a warm drink that gave you energy and had been for centuries associated with sophisticates and intellectuals. But coffee itself tasted to him like caffeinated s...
He really was beautiful. I know boys aren’t supposed to be, but he was.
He took a bite, swallowed. God. If asparagus tasted like that all the time, I'd be vegetarian, too. Some people in a lacquered wooden boat approached us on the canal below. One of them, a woman with c...
He wanted to draw out the moment before the moment- because as good as kissing feels, nothing feels as good as the anticipation of it.
Here's to all the places we went. And all the places we'll go. And here's to me, whispering again and again and again and again: iloveyou
Him: And the thing is, when you lose someone, you realise you'll eventually lose everyoneMe: True. And once you know that, you can never forget it.
How long have you been dating her?' I asked. Nine months. We never got along. I mean, I didn't even briefly like her. Like, my mom and my dad- my dad would get pissed, and then he would beat the shit...
I always liked routine. I suppose I never found boredom very boring.
I am concussed, I announced, entirely sure of my self-diagnosis.
I didn't know if I should hug him, and he didn't seem to know if he should hug me, so we just sort of stood there not touching, which to be honest is my preferred form of greeting.
I didn't want to look at them, so I looked away, and to look away was to look at Augustus.
I don't know why boys expect us to like boy movies. We don't expect them to like girl movies.
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