He loved the scratching of pencil against paper when he was focused: it meant something was happening.
He kept thinking about one word—forever—and felt the burning ache just beneath his rib cage. It hurt like the worst ass-kicking he’d ever gotten.
He doesn't want to have sex unless he's in love, and yes, I know that virginity is a misogynistic and oppressive social construct,but I still want to lose it, and meanwhile I've got this boy hemming a...
Hazel Grace, he said, my name new and better in his voice. It has been a real pleasure to make your acquaintance.Ditto, Mr. Waters, I said. I felt shy looking at him. I could not match the intensity o...
God will punish the wicked. And before He does, we will. -The Colonel
Given the final futility of our struggle, is the fleeting jolt of meaning that art gives us valuable? Or is the only value in passing the time as comfortable as possible? What should a story seek to e...
Even then, it hurt. The pain was always there, pulling me inside of myself, demanding to be felt. It always felt like I was waking up from the pain when something in the world outside of me suddenly r...
Dude, said Hassan softly. Khanzeer. (Arabic:Pig) Matha, al-khanazeer la yatakalamoon araby? Colin asked. (Arabic: What, pigs don't speak Arabic?That's no pig, answered Hassan in Enlgish. That's a godd...
Dude, if Kentucky is going to remind you of Paris, we're in a hell of a pickle.
Do you ever wonder whether people would like you more or less if they could see inside you?
Despite being the only one of us who owned the game, I wasn't very good at Resurrection. As I watched them tramp through a ghoul-infested space station, Ben said, Goblin, Radar, goblin.I see him.Come...
Colin had always preferred baths; one of his general policies in life was never to do anything standing up that could just as easily be done lying down
But there is all this time between when the cracks start to open up and when we finally fall apart. And it's only in that time that we can see one another, because we see out of ourselves through our...
But it was sure a privilege to love him, huh? I nodded into his shirt.Gives you an idea how I feel about you, he said.My old man. He always knew just what to say.
But it was only hot outside, and generally I only walked outside between one air-conditioned place to another.
But if you consider all the unlikely things together, at least one of them will probably happen to each of us.
Ben's tongue is like sunscreen...It's good for your health and should be applied liberally.
Ben Starling, you better not have bought your token black friend a racist shirt
Because memories fall apart, too. And you're left with nothing.
Augustus asked if I wanted to go with him to Support Group, but I was really tired from my busy day of Having Cancer, so I passed