That’s always seemed so ridiculous to me, that people would want to be around someone because they’re pretty. It’s like picking your breakfast cereals based on color instead of taste. It’s the next exit, by the way. But I’m not pretty, not close up anyway. Generally, the closer people get to me the less hot they find me.
It’s not like I had some utterly poignant, well-lit memory of a healthy father pushing a healthy child and the child saying higher higher higher or some other metaphorically resonant moment. The swing set was just sitting there, abandoned, the two little swings hanging still and sad from a grayed plank of wood, the outline of the seats like a kid’s drawing of a smile.
En realidad nadie entiende a nadie. Todos estamos encerrados en nosotros mismos.
And after, when we went outside to look at her finished lantern from the road, I said I liked the way her light shone through the face that flickered in the dark. – “Jack O’Lantern,” Katrina Vandenberg from Atlas.
My stomach really hurt now, like it was twisting in on itself, like the trillions of bacteria within me were making room for a new species in town, the one that would rip me apart from the inside out.
Tiny is saying, “If you can’t trust your gut then what can you trust?” And I say, “You can trust that caring, as a rule, ends poorly,” which is true. Caring doesn’t sometimes lead to misery. It always does.
His diaphragm fluttered. And of course it couldn’t have been lust or love and it didn’t feel like like, so it must have been what the kids at school called like-like.
Y al escribirlo te das cuenta de que el amor no es una tragedia ni un fracaso, sino un regalo.
The TSA guy at the front of the line was shouting about how our bags had better not contain explosives or firearms or anything liquid over three ounces, and I said to Augustus, “Observation: Standing in line is a form of oppression,” and he said, “Seriously.
I’m a grenade, one day I’m going to explode a destroy everything in my past.
Un dolor imperial” era mi libro, como mi cuerpo era mi cuerpo y mis pensamientos eran mis pensamientos.
Perdere il proprio compagno di memorie era come perdere i ricordi stessi, come se le cose che avevamo fatto fossero meno vere e importanti, adesso, di quanto non fossero state solo poche ore prima.
But then I wanted more time so we could fall in love. I got my wish, I suppose. I left my scar.
We walked in silence down one of the asphalt golf paths, past the pool which was lit from inside the water, slowly canging color from red to orange to yellow to green. The light cast an eerie glow up onto the windows of the terrarium that reminded me of pictures of the northern lights.
She was much more like a person than other girls were.
I like watching you sleep.
I like my choices. I hope she likes hers. I do, Augustus. I do.
He thinks exercise is irrevelevant because Tua is going to unlock the key to eternal life.
Dubito, ergo cogito, ergo sum. ‘I doubt, therefore I think, therefore I am.’ Descartes wanted to know if you could really know that anything was real, but he believed his ability to doubt reality proved that, while it might not be real, he was. You are as real as anyone, and your doubts make you more real, not less.
Era sempre di cattivo umore e tristissima, ma a me questo piaceva. Mi piaceva sapere che aveva scelto me come l’unica persona al mondo da non odiare.