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AHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!' he screamed. 'So that's Sara,' I said. 'Yes.' 'She seems nice.
I didn't even know what the feeling was, really, just that there was a lot of it.
You can't not like 'The Great Gatsby.' It's got the best sentences in, like, ever.
The human tongue is like wasabi: it's very powerful, and should be used sparingly.
You can't not like "The Great Gatsby." It's got the best sentences in, like, ever.
The easiest way to solve a mystery is to decide that there is no mystery to solve.
Sometimes people don't understand the promises they're making when they make them.
You are so busy being YOU that you have no idea how utterly unprecedented you are.
I fear oblivion. I fear it like the proverbial blind man who's afraid of the dark.
There are times when you just have to let it all out. All the anger, all the pain.
You could drive past it without noticing and from what I understand, you ought to.
I kind of conned you into believing you were falling in love with a healthy person.
Hank, when people call people nerds mostly what they're saying is,'You like stuff'.
This was what I liked most about my friends: just sitting around & telling stories.
But once that string gets cut, kid, you can't uncut it. Do you get what I'm saying?
It took me a sleeve of Girl Scout Thin Mints and forty minutes to get over that boy.
My stomach sank. JP had come so close. His immigrant parents had sacrificed so much.
The joy you bring us is so much greater than the sadness we feel about your illness.
She was nothing but good and I was nothing but bad, but then she died, and I didn't.
Margo's beauty was a kind of sealed vessel of perfection--uncracked and uncrackable.
I don’t know a perfect person. I only know flawed people who are still worth loving.
Not that smart. Not that hot. Not that nice. Not that funny. That's me: I'm not that.
But you want to see shapes; you want to see stories, so you pick them out of the sky.
Amsterdam is like the rings of a tree: It gets older as you get closer to the center.
The preciousness of the moment, which should make it easier to talk, makes it harder.
I came here looking for a Great Perhaps, for real friends and a more-than-minor life.
All those paper people living in their paper houses, burning the future to stay warm.
You're not boring. You've got to stop saying that, or people will start believing you.
Maybe some people need to believe in a proper and omnipotent God to pray, but I don't.
Poetry is just so emo." he said. "Oh, the pain. The pain. It always rains. In my soul.
There's your labyrinth of suffering. We are all going. Find your way out of that maze.
Her primary reason for living and my primary reason for living were awfully entangled.
It's hard to believe in coincidence, but it's even harder to believe in anything else.
What is the point of being alive if you don't at least try to do something remarkable?
Anything that happens all at once is just as likely to unhappen all at once, you know?
We acknowledge that being the person God made you cannot separate you from God's love.
I didn't know what to say to her - I was caught in a love triangle with one dead side.
It is not my fault that my parents own the world's largest collection of black Santas.
Last words are always harder to remember when no one knows that someone's about to die.
We do an epically bad job of acknowledging one another's work and checking our sources.
Breaking up isn't something that gets done to you; its something that happens with you.
it was not enough to be the last guy she kissed. i wanted to be the last one she loved.
Failing to grapple with complexity actually turns out to be a pretty bad life strategy.
Everybody should have true love, and it should last at least as long as your life does.
Sunlight feels warm and rough against your skin like a kiss on the cheek from your dad.
I would argue that stupidity is born out of bad reading, bad teaching and bad thinking!
I want to see you again tonight. But I'm willing to wait all night and much of tomorrow.
And I put the latte down on a table, awash in the happy middle of my greatest adventure.
. . . Endlessness is a really strange idea in a universe that is defined by its endings.
Physical intimacy isn’t and can never be an effective substitute for emotional intimacy.