After all this time, it seems to me like straight and fast is the only way out- but I choose the labyrinth. The labyrinth blows, but I choose it.
According to the conventions of the genre, Augustus Waters kept his sense of humor till the end, did not for a moment waiver in his courage, and his spirit soared like an indomitable eagle until the w...
It was not enough to be the last guy she kissed. i wanted to be the last one she loved.
And we're just chatting and then I'm in the middle of a sentence about analogies or something and like a hawk he reaches down and he honks my boob. HONK. A much-too-firm, two- to three-second HONK. An...
You'll live forever in our hearts, big man.That particularly galled me, because it implied the immortality of those left behind: You will live forever in my memory, because I will live forever! I AM Y...
Ya'all smoke to enjoy it. I smoke to die.
Without Pain, How Could We Know Joy?
When did we see each other face-to-face? Not until you saw into my cracks and I saw into yours. Before that, we were just looking at ideas of each other, like looking at your window shade but never se...
What is an instant death anyway? How long is an instant? Is it one second? Ten? The pain of those seconds must have been awful as her heart burst and her lungs collapsed and there was no air and no bl...
We didn't talk much. But we didn't need to.
We can hear others, and we can travel with them without moving, and we can imagine them, and we are all connected one to the other by a crazy root system, like so many leaves of grass. But the game ma...
We are like a bunch of dogs squirting on fire hydrants. We poison the groundwater with our toxic piss, marking everything MINE in a ridiculous attempts to survive our deaths...The real heroes anyway a...
We are all going, I thought, and it applies to turtles and turtlenecks, Alaska the girl and Alaska the place, because nothing can last, not even the earth itself. The Buddha said that suffering was ca...
We acknowledge that being the person God made you cannot separate you from God's love.
Unrequited love can be survived in a way that once-requited love cannot.
There are times when you just have to let it all out. All the anger, all the pain.
The whole passage was underlined in bleeding, water-soaked black ink. But there was another ink, this one a crisp blue, post-flood, and an arrow led from How will I ever get out of this labyrinth! to...
That's why I'm going. So I don't have to wait until I die to start seeking a Great Perhaps.
So how’s it going?Okay. Glad to be home, I guess. Gus told me you were in the ICU?Yeah, I said.Sucks, he said.
She will forgive my forgetting, just as I forgive her for forgetting me and the Colonel and everyone but herself and her mom in those last moments she spent as a person.