You have given me an infinity within the numbered days, and for that I am eternally grateful.
I knew how I looked to him. I knew that my crazy was no longer a quirk, a simple matter of a cracked finger pad. Now, it was just an irritation, like it was to Daisy, like it was to anyone who got close to me.
It all seemed like paper kids having their paper fun.
I thought for a long time that they way out of the labyrinth was to pretend that it did not exist, to build a small, self-sufficient world in a back corner of the endless maze and to pretend that I was not lost, but home. But that only led to a lonely life accompanied only by the last words of the already-dead.
God, we are so cool. And by cool, I mean retarded.
Seriously, don’t even get me started on my hot bod. You don’t want to see me naked, Dave. seeing me naked actually took Hazel Grace’s breath away.
Torture. I totally get it, like, I get that she died or whatever.
Are you trying to be subtle? Because I know you’re talking about the honeybunnyless prom tragedy that is my life.
I guess at some point, you realize that whoever takes care of you is just a person, and that they have no superpowers and can’t actually protect you from getting hurt. Which is one thing. But Noah is starting to understand that maybe the person he thought was a superhero turns out sort of to be the villain. And that really sucks. He keeps thinking Dad is going to come home and prove his innocence, and I don’t know how to tell him that, you know, Dad isn’t innocent.
A nurse asked me about the pain, and I couldn’t even speak, so I held up nine fingers. Later, after they’d given me something, the nurse came in and she was kind of stroking my hand while she took my blood pressure and she said, “You know how I know you’re a fighter? You called a ten a nine.” But that wasn’t quite right. I called it a nine because I was saving my ten.
A change in personal circumstances, even a positive one, can trigger anxiety.
I was not always stuck inside myself, or inside my selves. I wasn’t only crazy.
I will tell the scientists to screw off, because I do not want to see a world without him.
La cordura adolescente es cosa del siglo pasado.
We’ve decided to just be friends. Me: Cool. Her: But the kind of friends who kiss right after deciding to just be friends.
We cannot be born and we cannot die. Like all energy.
Cheesy waffles, I was thinking, taste like love without the fear of love’s dissolution, and as we came to the 90-degree curve Sunrise Avenue takes before heading straight downtown, I could almost taste them.
Witness also that when we talk about literature, we do so in the present tense. When we speak of the dead, we are not so kind. You do not immortalize the lost by writing about them. Language buries, but does not resurrect.
Our little infinity.
Yes, well, in that respect and many others, American high schools do rather resemble prisons.