Sometimes it seems the universe wants to be noticed.
And for those two minutes we just stared at each other, and I watched the blue in her eyes. It was nice – in the dark and the quiet, with no possibility of me saying anything to screw it up, and her eyes looking back, like there was something in me worth seeing.
Well, I think you’re cool, and I want you to think I’m cool, and that’s all popular is.
Yes, I can see her almost perfect in this cracked darkness.
Was there time for her life to flash before her eyes? Was I there?
I cannot stop thinking that she is dead, and I cannot stop thinking that she cannot possibly be dead. People do not just die. I can’t catch my breath.
Que je croie; que tu croies; qu’il ou qu’elle croie. What a funny thing to say over and over again. I would believe; you would believe; he or she would believe.
The past, like Lindsey had told him, is a logical story. IT’s the sense of what happened, But since it is not yet remembered, the future need not make any fugging sense at all.
You wrongly assume that I need to hear your question in order to answer it.
Pain is a blunt and non-specific diagnostic instrument.
There are so many people. It is easy to forget how full the world is of people, full to bursting, and each of them imaginable and consistently misimagined. I feel like this is an important idea, one of those ideas that your brain must wrap itself around slowly, the way pythons eat...
It felt like losing your co-rememberer meant losing the memory itself.
Romantic behavior was basically monotonous and predictable, and that therefore one could write a fairly straightforward formula that would predict the collision course of any two people.
God! I can’t stand these fake grievers.
Every book title becomes infinitely better if ‘in your pants’ or ‘from your pants’ is added to the title.
Once you think a thought, it is extremely difficult to unthink it. And I had thought the thought.
No, I love you. Not like a sister loves a brother or like a friend loves a friend. I love you like a really drunk guy loves the best girl ever.
Hazel Grace, I love it when you talk medical to me.
To Colin, tampons were a little bit like grizzly bears; he was aware of their existence, but he ’d never seen one in the wild, and didn’t really care to.
On time for us was thirty minutes before actually started, because the half hour before the first bell was the highlight of our social calendars: standing outside the side door that led into the band room and just talking.