Anyway, that was the last good day I had with Gus until the Last Good Day.
And since she drove to work every morning, I could only use the car on weekends. Well, weekends and the middle of the goddamned night.
And okay, fair enough, but there is this unwritten contract between author and reader and I think not ending your book kind of violates that contract.
All those paper people living in their paper houses, burning the future to stay warm.
All right. The snow may be falling in the winter of my discontent, but at least I've got sarcastic company.
The problem is not suffering itself or oblivion itself but the depraved meaninglessness of these things, the absolutely inhuman nihilism of suffering.
You may choose your song, but know this: Tiny. Cooper. Hates. Over. The. Rainbow.
You like someone who can't like you back because unrequited love can be survived in a way that once-requited love cannot.
You know, like when you look in the mirror and the thing you see is not the thing as it really is.
You know what I hate? The outdoors. I mean, generally. I don't like outside. I'm an inside person. I'm all about refrigeration and indoor plumbing and Judge Judy.
You have a choice in this world, I believe, about how to tell sad stories, and we made the funny choice.
You feeling scared?Kinda.Of what?It's not like that. The sentence doesn't have, like, an object. I'm just scared.
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When you’re as charming and physically attractive as myself, it’s easy enough to win over people you meet. But getting strangers to love you...now, that’s the trick.
When she fucked up, all those years ago, just a little girl terrified into paralysis, she collapsed into the enigma of herself. And that could have happened to me, but I saw where it led for her. So I...
We had to forgive to survive in the labyrinth. There were so many of us who would have to live with things done and things left undone that day. Things that did not go right, things that seemed okay a...
Unrequited love can be survived in a way that once-requited love cannot.
Uh-uh, dude. I tried it your way with the dating and the girls and the kissing and the drama, and man, I didn't like it. Plus, my best friend is a walking cautionary tale of what happens to you when r...
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Too pissed off to cry, I said, 'This is only making me hate her. I don't want to hate her. And what's the point, if that's all it's making me do?' Still refusing to answer how and why questions. Still...