The snow may be falling in the winter of my discontent, but at least I've got sarcastic company.
The pleasure isn't in doing the thing, the pleasure is in planning it.
The only thing worse than having a party that no one attends is having a party attended only by two vastly, deeply uninteresting people.
The nature of the labyrinth, I scribbled into my spiral notebook, and the way out of it. This teacher rocked. I hated discussion classes. I hated talking, and I hated listening to everyone else stumbl...
The missing piece in his stomach hurt so much-and eventually he stopped thinking about the Theorem and wondered only how something that isn't there can hurt you.
The light filtered throught the leaves and pine needles above as if through lace, the ground spotted in shadow.
Sono innamorato di te, e non sono il tipo da negare a me stesso il semplice piacere di dire cose vere. Sono innamorato di te, e so che l’amore non è che un grido nel vuoto, e che l’oblio è inevitabile...
So much depends upon the transparent G-tube erupting from the gut of the blue-lipped boy. So much depends upon this observer of the universe.......And you say you don't write poetry.
So hard to die.' I don't doubt that it is, but it cannot be much harder than being left behind.
Shame about how we’re gonna die here, though. I mean, seriously. An Araband a half-Jew enter a store in Tennessee. It’s the beginning of a joke, and the punch line is sodomy’’.
Sans souffrance, comment connaître la joie? (Un point de vue que j'avais toujours trouvé d'une stupidité et d un manque de finesse inouïs. Pour le démontrer, il suffisait de dire que, même si le broc...
Random questions are the least random of all questions.
Oh, my god, Augustus said. I can't believe I have a crush on a girl with such cliche wishes.I was thirteen, I said again, although of course I was only thinking crush crush crush crush crush. I was fl...
NO. No no no. I don't want to screw you. I just love you. When did who you want to screw become the whole game? Since when is the person you want to screw the only person you get to love? It's so stup...
My parents were my two best friends. My third best friend was an author who did not know I existed.
Maybe this time she wanted to be found, and to be found by me.
La seule chose qui craint plus que de mourir d'un cancer à seize ans, c'est d'avoir un gosse qui meurt d'un cancer.
Je pense que j'taime
It's not how you die. It's who you die.
It is easy to forget how full the world is of people, full to bursting, and each of them imaginable and consistently misimagined.