Llega un momento en que nos damos cuenta de que nuestros padres no se pueden salvar a ellos mismos ni salvarnos a nosotros,que a todos los que navegan por el tiempo,tarde o temprano,la corriente los a...
Headline? he asked.'Swing Set Needs Home,' I said.'Desperately Lonely Swing Set Needs Loving Home,' he said.'Lonely, Vaguely Pedophilic Swing Set Seeks the Butts of Children,' I said.
Augustus: I can still dominate your blind ass at Counterinsurgence,Isaac: I'm pretty sure all asses are blind,
Reading someone's poetry is like seeing them naked -Davis Pritchett
The thing about chameleoning your way through life is that it gets to where nothing is real.
There are books which you can't tell people about, books so special and rare and yours that advertising your affection feels like a betrayal.
Here's what's not beautiful about it: from here, you can't see the rust or the cracked paint or whatever, but you can tell what the place really is. You can see how fake it all is. It's not even hard...
Cuando los adultos dicen: Los adolescentes piensan que son invencibles, con esa sonrisa mañosa y estúpida en sus rostros, no saben cuán en lo correcto están. Necesitamos no perder nunca la esperanza,...
There's an Edna St. Vincent Millay poem that's been rumbling around inside me ever since I first read it, and part of it goes: 'Blown from the dark hill hither to my door/ Three flakes, then four/ Arr...
Break hearts, not promises.
I like the strings. I always have. Because that's how it feels. But the strings make pain seem more fatal than it is, I think. We're not as frail as the strings would make us believe. And I like the g...
Creo que somos más grandes que la suma de nuestras partes.
Why are you looking at me like that?Augustus half smiled. Because you`re beautiful. I enjoy looking at beautiful people, and I decided a while ago not to deny myself the simpler pleasures of existence...
The food was so good that with each passing course, our conversation devolved further into fragmented celebrations of its deliciousness:'I want this dragon carrot risotto to become a person so I can t...
Margo always loved mysteries. And in everything that came afterward, I could never stop thinking that maybe she loved mysteries so much that she became one.
A Margo for each of us--and each more mirror than window.
Right, except I'm not going to lie to my mom, because what kind of bastard lies to his own mother?
Nothing ever happens like you imagine it will… but then again, if you don’t imagine, nothing ever happens at all. Imagining isn’t perfect. You can’t get all the way inside someone else… But imagining...
I have an Augustus Waters fetish, I explained.
Augustus, perhaps you’d like to share your fears with the group.My fears?Yes.I fear oblivion, he said without a moment’s pause. I fear it like the proverbial blind man who’s afraid of the dark.Too soo...