The real heroes anyway aren't the people doing things; the real heroes are the people NOTICING things, paying attention.
The pleasure of remembering had been taken from me, there was no longer anyone to remember with.
The kiss lasted forever as Otto Frank kept talking from behind me. And my conclusion is, he said, since I had been in very good terms with Anne, that most parents don't know really their children.
The future will erase everything—there's no level of fame or genius that allows you to transcend oblivion.
The abbreviated exam week meant that Wednesday was the last day of school for us. And all day long, it was hard not to walk around, thinking about the lastness of it all.
The French verb aimer has two meanings. And that’s why he liked her, and loved her. She spoke to him in a language that, no matter how hard you studied it, could not be completely understood.
The Buddha said that suffering was caused by desire, we'd learned, and that the cessation of desire meant the cessation of suffering. When you stopped wishing things wouldn't fall apart, you'd stop su...
That’s what I was thinking about before you came. I was thinking about your mattering business. I feel like, like, how you matter is defined by the things that matter to you. You matter as much as the...
That's the mystery, isn't it? Is the labyrinth living or dying? Which is he trying to escape---the world or the end of it?
Thank you, I say, pounding his back probably too hard. That was the best damned passenger-seat driving I've ever seen in my life. He pats my uninjured cheek with his greasy hand. I did it to save myse...
Sometimes I don't get you, I said.She didn't even glance at me. She just smiled at the television and said, You never get me. That's the whole point.
So she became impulsive, scared by her inaction into perpetual action.
She would stay on the road and in hiding, a balloon floating through the sky, eating up hundreds of miles a day with a help of the perpetual tailwind.
She waited for me to play out the string, to find the place where she had stopped and was waiting for me, to follow the breadcrumb tail until it dead-ended into her.
She used that word at some point referring to her family's love, infinite, and I thought about how infinite is not a large number. It is something else entirely. It is boundlessness.
She spoke quietly then, the tiniest crack in her voice, and all at once Lacey Pemerton was not Lacey Pemberton. She was just—like, a person.
She had this dark cancer water dripping out of her chest. Eyes closed. Intubated. But her hand was still her hand, still warm and the nails painted this almost black dark blue and I just held her hand...
Scared isn't a good excuse. Scared is the excuse everyone has always used.
Right. I'd forgotten about her.' He shook his head. 'That keeps happening.
Radar revs the engine as to say hustle, and we are running through the parking lot, Ben's robe flowing in the wind so that he looks vaguely like a dark wizard, except that his pale skinny legs are vis...