All those paper people living in their paper houses, burning the future to stay warm.
Algunas veces lees un libro, sientes un extraño afán evangelizador y estás convencido de que este desastrado mundo no se recuperará hasta que todos los seres humanos lo lean. Y luego están los libros...
Abligurition: an actual, if very obscure, English word, which means the spending of too much money on food.
A drink this good deserves one's best posture.
3 whole Catfish, Wrapped separatelyVeet (It’s for Shaving your legs Only you don’t Need A razor. It’s with all the Girlycosmetic stuff)Vaselinesix pack, Mountain DewOne dozen Tulipsone Bottle Of water...
فقط یک چیز توی دنیا مزخرف تر از سرطان داشتن در شانزده سالگیست و آن هم داشتن فرزندی سرطانیست.
É muito difícil ir embora - até você ir embora de fato. E então ir embora se torna simplesmente a coisa mais fácil do mundo.
The problem is not suffering itself or oblivion itself but the depraved meaninglessness of these things, the absolutely inhuman nihilism of suffering.
Eveything that comes together, falls apart, the Old Man said. Everything. the chair I'm sitting on. It was built, and so it will fall apart. I'm gonna fall apart, probably before this chair. And you'r...
And pulled out, of all things, a pack of cigarettes Are you serious? I asked. You think that’s cool? Oh, my God, you just ruined the whole thing. Which whole thing? he asked, turning to me The whole t...
You shall no longer take things at second or third hand.... nor look through the eyes of the dead.... nor feed on the spectres in books. I tramp a perpetual journey All goes onward and outward.... a...
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 what's lame, Pudge? I really care about her. I mean, we were hopeless. Badly matched. But still. I mean, I said I loved her... I mean, it's stupid to miss someone you didn't even get along wi...
You just, like, hate yourself? You hate being yourself? There's no self to hate. It's like, when I look into myself, there's no actual me—just a bunch of thoughts and behaviors and circumstances. And...
You feeling scared?Kinda.Of what?It's not like that. The sentence doesn't have, like, an object. I'm just scared.
You can’t divorce Margo the person from Margo the body. You can’t see one without seeing the other. You looked at Margo’s eyes and you saw both their blueness and their Margo-ness. In the end, you cou...
You can't just make me different, and the leave. Because I was fine before.
You can trust that caring, as a rule, ends poorly, which is true. Caring doesn’t sometimes lead to misery. It always does.
You can learn a lot about government from donkey balls.
You are not a grenade, not to us. Thinking about you dying makes us sad, Hazel, but you are not a grenade. You are amazing. You can’t know, sweetie, because you’ve never had a baby become a brilliant...