I hope you never think about anything as much as I think about you.
I hope you never love anything as much as I love you.
I have an aristocratic smile and like to punch people.
I had no need for the past, I thought, like a child. I did not consider that the past might have a need for me.
I flipped back through the pad of paper while I thought about what Stephen Hawking would do next.
I don't know how late it got.I probably fell asleep, but I don't remember. I cried so much that everything blurred into everything else. At some point she was carrying me to my room. Then I was in bed...
I couldn't tell what he was feeling, because I couldn't speak the language of his feelings.
I could tell that Mom was dreaming, but I didn't want to know what she was dreaming about, because I had enough of my own nightmares, and if she had been dreaming something happy, I would have been an...
I can't even say 'hair pie,'' I told him, 'unless I'm talking about an actual pie made out of rabbits....
I am the one who broke the rule. But I am the one who made the rule you couldn’t live with.
I am a very sad person. I am always sad, I think. Perhaps this signifies that I am not sad at all, because sadness is something lower than your normal disposition, and I am always the same thing. Perh...
How, after all, can one miss something one has never known?
Hold on. Now you’re calling Sam a racist? I did not say that, Mr. Bloch. You did. You just did. Julia— I don’t remember his exact words. I said, ‘Racism has no place here.’ Racism is what racists expr...
Hoe destructief moet een culinaire voorkeur zijn, willen we besluiten iets anders te eten?
Hiçbir şeyi özlediğin bir şeyden daha fazla sevemezsin.
Herschel was a Jew.And he was my best friend.He was his best friend.And I murdered him.
Her şey içime dokunurdu. Bir yabancının peşinden giden bir köpek. İçimi burkardı. Yanlış ayı gösteren bir takvim. Sırf bunun için ağlayabilirdim. Ağlamıştım da. Bacadan tüten dumanın bitişinde. Devrik...
Her grief is replaced with a useful sadness.
He was someone whom everyone admired and liked but whom nobody knew. He was like a book that you could feel good holding, that you could talk about without ever having read, that you could recommend.
He was responsible. He was good. It's easy to be emotional. You can always make a scene. Highs and lows make you feel that things matter, but they're nothing. So what's something? Being reliable is so...