Because you simply cannot draw these things out forever. At some point, you just pull off the Band-Aid and it hurts, but then it’s over and you’re relieved.
Because memories fall apart, too. And you're left with nothing.
Babies are made through an act that you will eventually find intriguing but for right now will just sort of horrify you, and also sometimes people do stuff that involves baby-making parts that does no...
Author's NoteThis is not so much an author's note as an author's reminder of what was printed in small type a few pages ago: This book is a work of fiction. I made it up.Neither novels or their reader...
At the end, we brought her to New York, where I was living, for a series of experimental tortures that increased the misery of her days without increasing the number of them.
As much as life can suck, it always beats the alternative.
As long as we don't die, this is gonna be one hell of a story.
Are you currently at your house? he asked.Um, no, I said.That was a trick question. I knew the answer, because I am currently at your house.
And what is an instant death anyway? How long is an instant? Is itone second? Ten? The pain of those seconds must have been awful as her heart burst adn her lungs collapsed adn there was no air and no...
And then I screwed up and the Colonel screwed up and Takumi screwed up and she slipped through our fingers.
And I wondered if hurdlers ever thought, you know, 'This would go faster if we just got rid of the hurdles.
And I will forget her, yes. That which came together will fall apart slowly, but she will forgive my forgetting, just as I forgive her for forgetting me and the Colonel and nothing but herself and her...
And I wanted to tell him that even though I'd never been in love, I knew what it was like to be a feeling, to be not just surrounded by it but also permeated by it, the way my grandmother talked abou...
Also, I feel that crying is almost--like, aside from deaths of relatives or whatever-- totally avoidable if you follow two very simple rules: 1.Don't care too much. 2. Shut up. Everything unfortunate...
Almost everyone is obsessed with leaving a mark upon the world. Bequeathing a legacy. Outlasting death. We all want to be remembered. I do, too. That’s what bothers me most, is being another unremembe...
All hurt is brain hurt.
Above us, the wind blew and the branching shadows rearranged themselves on our skin. Gus squeezed my hand. It is a good life, Hazel Grace.
A veces, lees un libro y te llena con este fervor evangélico raro, y te convences de que el mundo destrozado que nunca se pondrá de nuevo junto a menos que y hasta que todos los seres humanos lean el...
A paper town for a paper girl.
Wow, I said. Are you making this up?Hazel Grace, could I, with my meager intellectual capacities, make up a letter from Peter Van Houten featuring phrases like ‘our triumphantly digitized contemporane...