He looks at me like I’ve just said something absolutely idiotic, which of course I have. “Love and truth being tied together, I mean. They make each other possible, you know?
Keeping the box closed just keeps you in the dark, not the universe... but failing to open the box doesn’t kill the cat.
Normal people choose their thoughts like they choose what to watch on TV.
Takumi stood up, walked into his bathroom and came out with a Gatorade bottle filled with clear liquid. ‘I keep it in the medicine cabinet,’ Takumi said. ‘On account of how it’s medicine.
Many of the canal houses date from the Golden Age, the seventeenth century,” he said. “Our city has a rich history, even though many tourists are only wanting to see the Red Light District.” He paused. “Some tourists think Amsterdam is a city of sin, but in truth it is a city of freedom. And in freedom, most people find sin.
My father died suddenly, but also across the years. He was still dying, really – which meant I guess that he was still living, too. People always talk like there’s a bright line between imagination and memory, but there isn’t, at least not for me. I remember what I’ve imagined and imagine what I remember.
If by defeatist you mean honest, then I agree.” “I don’t think defeatism is honest,” Dad answered. “I refuse to accept that.
I am pretty unextraordinary.” “I reject that out of hand. Think of something you like. The first thing that comes to mind.
There was a kind of relief in having your own smallness laid bare before you, and I realized something Davis must have already known: Spirals grow infinitely small the farther you follow them inward, but they also grow infinitely large the farther you follow them out.
I was the alpha and the omega of my parents’ suffering.
Isaac shot me a look. “Right, of course. But you keep the promise anyway. That’s what love is. Love is keeping the promise anyway. Don’t you believe in true love?
I give people credit for buying into consumerism.
My stomach was kind of churning, but I couldn’t tell why. I never understood my body – was it scared or excited?
It’s bold.” “I know, right? It says, ‘Ladies and gentlemen and also people who do not identify as ladies or gentlemen, Daisy Ramirez won’t break her promises, but she will break your heart.
Mom was a math teacher, but reading was her great love.
Most parents don’t really know their children.
I don’t mean that you’re a bad friend or anything. But you’re slightly tortured, and the way you’re tortured is sometimes also painful for, like, everyone around you.
But we both know that okay is a very flirty word. Okay is BURSTING with sensuality.
Quiero que sepas que, cuando este muerta, suspirare desde el cielo cada vez que pidas a alguien que comparta sus sentimientos.
Books are beautiful for reading and they’re also beautiful for holding.