I’d had nearly four years of experience looking at these clocks, but their sluggishness never ceased to surprise. If I am ever told that I have one day to live, I will head straight to the hallowed halls of Winter Park High School, where a day has been known to last a thousand years.
Being in a relationship, that’s something you choose. Being friends, that’s something you just are.
Tiny Cooper is not the world’s gayest person, and he is not the world’s largest person, but I believe he may be the world’s largest person who is really, really gay, and also the world’s gayest person who is really, really large.
I don’t think your missing pieces ever fit inside you again once they go missing.
My head was level with hers as we stared at each other from opposite sides of the glass. 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.
High school is neither a democracy nor a dictatorship – nor, contrary to popular belief, an anarchic state. High school is a divine-right monarchy. And when the queen goes on vacation, things change.
The pleasure of remembering had been taken from me, there was no longer anyone to remember with.
You get all these friends just when you don’t need friends anymore.
I leave, and the leaving is so exhilarating I know I can never go back. But then what? Do I just keep leaving places, and leaving them, and leaving them, tramping a perpetual journey?
The only thing worse than having a party that no one attends is having a party attended only by two vastly, deeply uninteresting people.
Almost everyone is obsessed with leaving a mark upon the world. Bequeathing a legacy. Outlasting death. We all want to be remembered. I do, too. That’s what bothers me most, is being another unremembered casualty in the ancient and inglorious war against disease.
I’ve lived here for eighteen years and I have never once in my life come across anyone who cares about anything that matters.
So keeping the box closed just keeps you in the dark, not the universe.
If you don’t say the honest thing, it never becomes true.
By the power of the superglue beer sword, I designate you my driver!
Truth resists simplicity.
Don’t worry. Worry is useless. I worried anyway.
Last words are always harder to remember when no one knows that someone’s about to die.
It’s hard as hell to hold on to your dignity when the risen sun is too bright in your losing eyes, and that’s what I was thinking about as we hunted for bad guys through the ruins of a city that didn’t exist.
I thought you hung the moon.