And so much depends, I told Augustus, upon a blue sky cut open by the branches of the trees above. So much depends upon the transparent G-tube erupting from the gut of the blue-lipped boy. So much depends upon the observer of the universe.
They like their coffee like they like their ex-boyfriends: bitter.
You’re awfully philosophical for a girl that just got busted.
We acknowledge that being the person God made you cannot separate you from God’s love.
Principled hate is a hell of a lot stronger than “Boy, I wish you hadn’t mummified me and thrown me into the lake” hate.
I do not say goodbye. I believe that’s one of the bullshitiest words ever invented. It’s not like you’re given the choice to say bad-bye, or awful-bye, or couldn’t-care-less-about-you-bye. Everytime you leave, it’s supposed to be a good one.
I don’t like reindeer. They seem like regular deer, only more dangerous.
Everybody should have true love, and it should last at least as long as your life does.
We are greater than the sum of our parts.
God will punish the wicked. And before He does, we will.
Girls think they’re only allowed to wear dresses on formal occasions, but I like a woman who says, you know, I’m going over to see a boy who is having a nervous breakdown, a boy whose connection to the sense of sight itself is tenuous, and gosh dang it, I am going to wear a dress for him.
So I wasn’t lying, exactly. I was just choosing among truths.
No matter how hard you kick, no matter how high you get, you can’t go all the way around.
Alaska decided to go help Dolores with dinner. She said that it was sexist to leave the cooking to the women, but better to have good sexist food than crappy boy-prepared food.
God I love rainbows.
You will not kill my girlfriend today, International Terrorists of Ambiguous Nationality!
Every year, many, many stupid people graduate from college. And if they can do it, so can you.
His every syllable flirted. Honestly, he kind of turned me on. I didn’t even know that guys could turn me on-not, like, in real life.
If drunk were cookies, I’d be Famous Amos.
I don’t know a perfect person. I only know flawed people who are still worth loving.