Some infinities are bigger than other infinities... I am grateful for having known this little infinity.
You’re Facebook friends with Tiny?” “Yes. He request-friended me,” Mom says, epically failing to speak Facebook.
Its a metaphor, you see. You put the killing in your mouth but you don’t give it the power to kill. A metaphor.
Star Wars is the American religion,” Davis said at one point, and Mychal said, “I think religion is the American religion.
In three words I can sum up everything I’ve learned about life: It goes on.” – ROBERT FROST.
I like that I can drive 15 hours from home without the world changing too much.
RHAPAW ran not on gasoline, but on the inexhaustible fuel of human hope. You would sit on the blisteringly hot vinyl seat and hope she would start, and then Ben would turn the key and the engine would turn over a couple times, like a fish on land making its last, meager, dying flops. And then you would hope harder, and the engine would turn over a couple more times. You hoped some more, and it would finally catch.
At the time I first realized I might be fictional...
Felt myself slipping, but even that’s a metaphor. Descending, but that is, too. Forged in the smithy of someone else’s soul. Please just let me out whoever is authoring me, let me up out of this. Anything to be out of this.
Hazel Grace, like so many children before you – and I say this with great affection – you spent your Wish hastily, with little care for the consequences. The Grim Reaper was staring you in the face and the fear of dying with your Wish still in your proverbial pocket, ungranted, led you to rush toward the first Wish you could think of, and you, like so many others, chose the cold and artificial pleasures of the theme park.
Calm down, all right? I gotta get back to this very important argument I’m having with a stranger on the internet about whether Chewbacca is a person.
I thought about him asking me if I’d ever been in love. It’s a weird phrase in English, in love, like it’s a sea you drown in or a town you live in. You don’t get to be in anything else – in friendship or in anger or in hope. All you can be in is love. And I wanted to tell him that even though I’d never been in love, I knew what it was like to be in a feeling, to be not just surrounded by it but also permeated by it, the way my grandmother talked about God being everywhere.
Nothing to be gained by worrying between now and then. And yet still I worried. I liked being a person. I wanted to keep at it. Worry is yet another side effect of dying.
I’ll find a way to hang around and annoy you for a long time.
English, which can express the thoughts of Hamlet and the tragedy of Lear, has no words for the shiver and the headache... The merest schoolgirl, when she falls in love, has Shakespeare or Keats to speak her mind for her, but let a sufferer try to describe a pain in his head to a doctor and language at once runs dry.
You put the thing that does the killing between your teeth, but you never give it the power to kill you.
Man can do what he wills, but he cannot will what he wills. – ARTHUR SCHOPENHAUER.
I kept thinking the rest of my sentence would emerge from the air passing through my vocal cords, but nothing happened.
So what’s your story?” he asked, sitting down next to me at a safe distance. “I already told you my story. I was diagnosed when – ” “No, not your cancer story. Your story. Interests, hobbies, passions, weird fetishes, etcetera.” “Um,” I said.
I’m not sure why, but I’ve always been pretty keen on the male forearm.