In the end it reveals a lot more about the person doing the imagining than it does about the person being imagined.
If you don't imagine, nothing ever happens at all.
If taking a pill makes you different, like, if it changes the way-down you . . . that's just a screwed up idea, you know? Who's deciding what me means--me or the employees of the factory that make Lex...
I was so tired of her getting upset for no reason. The way she would get sulky and make references to the freaking oppressive nature of tragedy or whatever but then never said what was wrong, never ha...
I walked to Montevallo.''Forty miles?!''Forty-two,' he corrected me. 'Well. Forty-two there. Forty-two back. Eight-two miles. No. Eight-four. Yes. Eighty-four miles in forty-five hours.''What the hell...
I realized that my eyes were closed and opened them. Augustus was staring at me, his blue eyes closer to me than they'd ever been, and behind them, a crowd of people three deep had sort of circled aro...
I like this world. I like drinking champagne. I like not smoking. I like Dutch people speaking Dutch.
I know it's a bit self-aggrandizing.Hey, you're stealing my eulogy, Isaac said. My first bit is about how you were a self-aggrandizing bastard.
I just want to fly under the radar, because when you start to make yourself into a big deal, that's when you get shot down.
I got my wish, I suppose. I left my scar.
I don't mind worriers, I said. Worrying is the correct worldview. Life is worrisome.
I didn't want to look at them, so I looked away, and to look away was to look at Augustus.
I couldn't hear a thing in the world but you. And it was so cold then, and so silent, and I loved you so much. Now it's hot and dead quiet again, and I love you still.
I am awful. I am heartless. I am scared that these things are actually true.
I am a grenade, I said again. I just want to stay away from people and read books and think and be with you guys because there's nothing I can do about hurting you: You're too invested, so just please...
How are the eyes?Oh, excellent, he said. I mean, they’re not in my head is the only problem.Awesome, yeah, Gus said. Not to one-up you or anything, but my body is made out of cancer.So I heard, Isaac...
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
He found himself thinking that maybe stories don't just make us matter to each other - maybe they're also the only way to the infinite mattering he'd been after for so long.And Colin thought: Because...
Half-drunk on well-creamed gas station coffee and the exhilarating loneliness of a freeway in nighttime...
Good friends are hard to find and impossible to forget.