I get it now. I get it. The things you hope for the most are the things that destroy you in the end.
My cancer is me. The tumors are made of me. They’re made of me as surely as my brain and my heart are made of me. It is a civil war with a predetermined winner.
Yeah, so if that guy can make it in drunk, surely we can make it in sober. I mean, we’re ninjas.? ‘Well, maybe you’re a ninja,’ I said. ‘You’re just a really loud, awkward ninja,’ Margo said, ’but we are both ninjas.
The voracious ambition of humans is never sated by dreams coming true, because there is always the thought that everything might be done better and again.
You can learn a lot about government from donkey balls.
Right, except I’m not going to lie to my mom, because what kind of bastard lies to his own mother?
Oh God, Alaska, I love you. I love you,” and the Colonel whispered, “I’m so sorry, Pudge. I know you did,” and I said, “No. Not past tense.” She wasn’t even a person anymore, just flesh rotting, but I loved her present tense.
Je pense que j’taime.
I cannot tell you how thankful I am for our little infinity.
Funerals, I had decided, are for the living.
It’s hard as hell to hold on to your dignity when the risen sun is too bright in your losing eyes.
The Buddha said that suffering was caused by desire, we’d learned, and that the cessation of desire meant the cessation of suffering. When you stopped wishing things wouldn’t fall apart, you’d stop suffering when they did.
Dude, if Kentucky is going to remind you of Paris, we’re in a hell of a pickle.
Tiny takes a shot, grimaces, and exhales. “Tastes like Satan’s fire cock,” Tiny says, and then pushes another shot in my direction. “Sounds delightful,” I say, “but I’ll pass.
I was caught in a love triangle with one dead side.
We need never be hopeless, because we can never be irreparably broken. We think that we are invincible because we are.
I don’t remember how it ended – if I went to bed or she did. In my memory, it doesn’t end. We just stay there, looking at each other, forever.
If you don’t live a life in service of a greater good, you’ve gotta at least die a death in service of a greater good, you know?
Augustus Waters was sitting on the front step as we pulled into the driveway. He was holding a bouquet of bright orange tulips just beginning to bloom.
There is no try,” I said, “There is only do.