I hadn’t read a real series like that since I was a kid, and it was exciting to live again in an infinite fiction.
I found his last words without too much searching. Captured by the Bolivian army, Guevara said, 'Shoot, coward. You are only going to kill a man.
I don't think you can ever fill the empty space with the thing you lost.
I don't think you can ever fill the empty space with the thing you lost....I don't think your missing pieces ever fit inside you again once they go missing.
I can't be you. You can't be me. You can imagine another well—but never quite perfectly, you know?
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...
I always felt like you had to be important to have enemies.
He really was beautiful. I know boys aren’t supposed to be, but he was.
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...
Even if it’s a dumb story, telling it changes people just the slightest little bit, just as living the story changes me. An infinitesimal change. And that infinetisimal change ripples outward —ever sm...
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.
Doing wrong and having wrong things happen to you. That’s the problem. Bolívar was talking about the pain, not about the living or dying. How do you get out of the labyrinth of suffering?
Does it hurt?' I nodded. 'You know Sekou Sundiata, in a poem, he said the most important part of the body 'ain't the heart or the lungs or the brain. The biggest, most important part of the body is th...
Do you guys remember that one time, in the minivan, twenty minutes ago, that we somehow didn't die?
Ben starts. I Spy with my little eye something I really like.Oh I know, Radar says. It's the taste of balls.No.Is it the taste of penises? I guess.No, dumbass.Hmm, says Radar. Is it the smell of balls...
Because everybody who has ever lost their way in life has felt the nagging insistence of that question. At some point we all look up and realize we are lost in a maze, and I dont want us to forget Ala...
At some point, you gotta stop looking up at the sky, or one of these days you'll look back down and see that you floated away, too.
As long as we don't die, this is gonna be one hell of a story.
And so we all matter - maybe less than a lot, but always more than none.
Ah Hazel Grace, hiç sorun değil. Kalbimin senin tarafından kırılması bir onur olurdu.