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He liked the mere act of reading, the magic of turning scratches on a page into words inside his head.
If I'm too old to be Emo, how do you account for the very Emo and very old Edgar Allan Poe? Checkmate!
I wanted to, you know, get my story out in the world, which, it turns out, is a very misguided notion.
He loved the scratching of pencil against paper when he was focused: it meant something was happening.
I mean, I am pretty fabulous. Am I not?' 'You're a pillar of fabulosity in the community,' I tell him.
I think people who are religious are more likely to want one around, but it's a very secular position.
The amazing thing is that we're right to hold onto hope. The world may be broken but hope is not crazy.
I think maybe I know why,' she finally said. 'Why?' 'Maybe all the strings inside him broke,' she said.
We landed, in fact, parallel to a canal, like there were two runways: one for us and one for waterfowl.
I hate the rich snots here with a fervent passion I usually reserve only for dental work and my father.
Does he have ugly hands? Sometimes beautiful people have ugly hands." "No he has kind of amazing hands.
I'm a grenade and at some point I'm going to blow up and I would like to minimize the casualties, okay?
If people could see me the way I see myself - if they could live in my memories - would anyone love me?
I'm a good person but a shitty writer. You're a shitty person but a good writer. We'd make a good team.
You have a choice in this world, I believe, about how to tell sad stories, and we made the funny choice.
Talking to a drunk person was like talking to an extremely happy, severely brain-damaged three-year-old.
But that part of us greater than the sum of our parts cannot begin and cannot end, and so it cannot fail
Oh, Wikipedia, with your tension between those who would share knowledge and those who would destroy it.
That was part of her, and you used to know it. It's like now you only care about the Alaska you made up.
Half-drunk on well-creamed gas station coffee and the exhilarating loneliness of a freeway in nighttime.
If I ever end up being the kind of person who has one kid and seven bedrooms. Do me a favor and shoot me.
There is always the risk: something is good and good and good and good, then all at once it gets awkward.
The sky is like a monochromatic contemporay painting, drawing me in its illusion of depth, pulling me up.
But I could always tell in her eyes if she got really pissed at me, and her eyes were still pretty smiley
She raised one leg and gave me all her weight as a I dipped her. She either trusted me or wanted to fall.
I wondered whether I could find a Great Perhaps here at all or whether I had made a grand miscalculation.
Walt Whitman is HOT! I mean, that guy could sound his barbaric yawps over the roofs of my world any time.
Collin Singleton could no more stay cool than a blue whale could stay skinny or Bangladesh could stay rich
That's what I realized: if I did get her back somehow, she wouldn't fill the hole that losing her created.
I don't think you're dying," I said. "I think you've just got a touch of cancer. He smiled. Gallows humor.
Even with everything broken and decided inside her she couldn't quite allow herself to disappear for good.
Was it animal pee or human pee? Someone asked. How would I know? What, am I an expert in the study of pee?
We were very different, and we disagreed about a lot of things, but he was always so interesting, you know?
And then something invisible snapped insider her, and that which had come together commenced to fall apart.
dating you would be like a series of unnecessary root canals interspersed with occasional makeout sessions.
She taught me everything I knew about crawfish and kissing and pink wine and poetry. She made me different.
And then I screwed up and the Colonel screwed up and Takumi screwed up and she slipped through our fingers.
Something about me has always liked the drama and inconvience of bad weather. The worse the better, really.
And I wondered if hurdlers ever thought, you know, 'This would go faster if we just got rid of the hurdles.
he is both the source of my happiness and the one i want to share it with. i have to believe that’s a sign.
Abligurition: an actual, if very obscure, English word, which means the spending of too much money on food.
I hope you didn't bring the Asian kid along thinking he's a computer genius. Because I'm not," Takumi said.
He responded a few minutes later. Okay. I wrote back. Okay. He responded: Oh, my God, stop flirting with me!
Did I help you toward a fate you didn't want, Alaska, or did I just assist in your willful self-destruction?
If I could just stay alive for a week, I’d know the unwritten secrets of Anna’s mom and the Dutch Tulip Guy.
I think that it's a universal urge to have our pain not be felt alone and to have our joys not be felt alone.
Why don’t we break up? I guess I stay with her because she stays with me. And that’s not an easy thing to do.
No," I said. And maybe it was only because Alaska couldn't hit the brakes and I couldn't hit the accelerator.
But it was only hot outside, and generally I only walked outside between one air-conditioned place to another.
It's not fair," I said. "It's just so goddamned unfair." "The world," he said, "is not a wishgranting factory.