I always thought of it like you said, that all the strings inside him broke. But there are a thousand ways to look at it: maybe the strings break, or maybe our ships sink, or maybe we’re grass—our roo...
How strange and how lovely it is to be anything at all.
How about I call you when I finish this?But you don’t even have my phone number, he said.I strongly suspect you wrote it in the book.He broke out into that goofy smile. A nd you say we don’t know each...
His hand reached for her boob over her shirt and pawed at it, his palm still while his fingers moved around. I wondered if that felt good. Didn't seem like it would, but I decided to forgive Isaac on...
His every syllable flirted. Honestly, he kind of turned me on. I didn't even know that guys could turn me on-not, like, in real life
He—that's Simon Bolivar—was shaken by the overwhelming revelation that the headlong race between his misfortunes and his dreams was at that moment reaching the finish line. The rest was darkness. Damn...
Her hair is ridiculous, I said.I know. That was the only thing I said about her that was true. When you say nasty things about people, you should never say the true ones, because you can't really full...
He wasn’t perfect or anything. He wasn’t your fairy-tale Prince Charming or whatever. He tried to be like that sometimes, but I liked him best when that stuff fell away.
He was gone, and I did not have time to tell him what I had just now realized: that I forgave him, and that she forgave us, and that we had to forgive to survive in the labyrinth. There were so many o...
Eventually, he found the bed too comfortable for his state of mind, so he lay down on his back, his legs sprawled across the carpet. He anagrammed yrs forever until he found one he liked: sorry fever....
Estoy enamorado de ti, y no me apetece privarme del sencillo placer de decir la verdad. Estoy enamorado de ti y sé que el amor es solo un grito en el vacío, que es inevitable el olvido, que estamos to...
Estoy enamorado de ti, y no estoy en la situación de negarme el simple placer de decir verdades. Estoy enamorado de ti, y sé que el amor es un grito en el vacío, y sé que el olvido es inevitable, y qu...
Estoy enamorado de ti, y no estoy en el negocio de negarme el simple placer de decir cosas verdaderas. Estoy enamorado de ti, y sé que este amor es sólo un grito en el vacío, y este olvido es inevitab...
Each of us starts out as a watertight vessel. And these things happen—these people leave us, or don't love us, or don't get us, or we don't get them, and we lose and fail and hurt one another. And the...
Do you know why I left America, Lidewij? So that I would never again have to encounter Americans.But you are an American.Incurably so, it seems.
Dad had a sign of his own. MY BEAUTIFUL FAMILY, it read, and then underneath that (AND GUS).
Comment dis-tu 'Oh my God, I don't know nearly enough French to pass French II'
Colin's skin was alive with the feeling of connection to everyone in that car and everyone not in it. And he was feeling not-unique in the very best possible way.
Colin emphatically pushed the book cover shut when he finished reading. Did you like it? His dad asked.Yup, Colin said. He liked all books, because he liked the mere act of reading, the magic of turni...
Colin did not laugh. Instead he thought, Tampons have strings? Why? Of all the major human mysteries - God, the nature of the universe, etc. - he knew the least about tampons. To Colin, tampons were a...