I do my precalc homework, and then when I’m done I actually sit with the textbook for like three hours and try to understand what I just did. That’s the kind of weekend it is–the...

Didn’t feel too friendly,” Gus mumbled just loud enough for me to hear. When surprised and excited and innocent Gus emerged from Grand Gesture Metaphorically Inclined Augustus, I literally could not resist.

It’s a metaphor, see: You put the killing thing right between your teeth, but you don’t give it the power to do its killing.

Thank you for letting me hijack your wish’, I said.’Thank you for wearing that dress which is like whoa,” he said.

You matter as much as the things that matter to you. And I got so backwards trying to matter to him. All this time, there were real things to care about: real, good people who...

I spy with my little eye a great story.

Pain demands to be felt.

As a reader, I don’t feel a story has an obligation to make me happy. I want stories to show me a bigger world than the one I know.

But what could I lose by continuing that had not already been lost?

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.

You can love someone so much… But you can never love someone as much as you miss them.

(I didn’t tell him that thediagnosis came three months after I got my first period. Like: Congratulations! You’re a woman. Now die.)

I know that books seem like the ultimate thing that’s made by one person, but that’s not true… Every reading of a book is a collaboration between the reader and the writer who are making...

Headline?” he asked.”‘Swing Set Needs Home,'” I said.”‘Desperately Lonely Swing Set Needs Loving Home,'” he said.”‘Lonely, Vaguely Pedophilic Swing Set Seeks the Butts of Children,'” I said.

You do not immortalize the lost by writing about them. Language buries, but does not resurrect.

Because there is no glory in illness. There is no meaning to it. There is no honor in dying of.

I believe in hope, in what is something called ”radical hope.” I believe there is hope for all of us, even amid the suffering. And that’s why I write fiction, probaby. It’s my attempt to...

…nós somos tão indestrutíveis como acreditamos ser.

I think about how much depends upon a best friend. When you wake up in the morning you swing your legs out of bed and you put your feet on the ground and you stand...

History reminds us that revolutions are not events, so much that they’re processes – that for tens of thousands of years, people have been making decisions that irrevocably shaped the world that we live in...

…the kind of weather that reminds you after a long winter that while the world wasn’t built for humans, we were built for the world. t

In another 2,400 years, even Socrates, the most well-known genius of the century, might be forgotten. The future will erase everything–there’s no level of fame or genius that allows you to transcend oblivion. The infinite...

The champagne had been donated by one of Gus’s doctors – Gus being the kind of person who inspires doctors to give their best bottles of champagne to children.

At some point, you just pull off the band aid and it hurts. But when it is over, you are relieved.

We got off at the next exit, quietly, and, switching drivers, we walked in front of the car. We met and I held him, my hands balled into tight fists around his shoulders, and he...

Hey, it’s Col. I’m standing in a soybean field outside of Gutshot, Tennessee, which is a long story, and it’s hot. K. I’m standing here sweating like I had hyperhidrosis, that disease where you sweat...

As a child I was an inveterate liar. As opposed to now, I am a Novelist.

Always’ was a promise! How can you just break the promise?” “Sometimes people don’t always understand the promises they’re making when they make them,” I said.Isaac shot me a look. “Right, of course. But you...

The rules of capitalization are so unfair to words in the middle of a sentence.

Maybe there’s something you’re afraid to say, or someone you’re afraid to love, or somewhere you’re afraid to go. It’s gonna hurt. It’s gonna hurt because it matters.

Before I got here, I thought for a long time that the way out of the labyrinth was to pretend that it did not exist, to build a small, self-sufficient world in the back corner...

If by that you mean that I dislike celebrity magazines, prefer food to anorexia, refuse to watch TV shows about models, and hate the color pink, then yes. I am proud to be not really...

I don’t believe in prom,’ I reminded her as she rounded a corner. I expertly angled my raisin bran to accomodate the g-forces. I’d done this before.

Cual es el placer?-La planificacion, supongo. No lo se. Hacer cosas nunca se siente tan bien como esperas que se sentira.

And yet still I worried. I like being a person. I wanted to keep at it. Worry is yet another side effect of dying.

… Their sneak-out was over. But by then it was too late. In his mind, Katherine I was already becoming Katherine XIX. She would soon retake the throne that, all along, had rightfully been hers.

These are all direct quotes, except every time they use a curse word, I’m going to use the name of a famous American poet:’You Walt Whitman-ing, Edna St. Vincent Millay! Go Emily Dickinson your mom!”Thanks...

Sencillamente no puedes extender esas cosas para siempre.En algún momento, te quitas el curita y te duele,luego se te pasa y te sientes aliviado.

Hey,’ he said, touching my waist. ‘Hey. It’s okay.’ I nodded and wiped my face with the back of my hand. ‘He sucks.’ I nodded again. ‘I’ll write you an epilogue,’ Gus said. That made...

Crying adds something: crying is you, plus tears.

Dude, I don’t want to talk about Lacey’s prom shoes. And I’ll tell you why: I have this thing that makes me really uninterested in prom shoes. It’s called a penis.

I always felt like you had to be important to have enemies.

Right, well, he’d been sick for a while and his nurse said to him, ‘You seem to be feeling better this morning,’ and Isben looked at her and said, ‘On the contrary,’ and then he...

I wish I knew how to quit you, Tumblr.

The marks humans leave are too often scars.

Surround yourself with people you like and make cool stuff with them. In the end, at least in my experience, what you do isn’t going to be nearly as interesting or important as who you...

and I told myself — as I’ve told myself before — that the body shuts down then the pain gets too bad, that consciousness is temporary, that this will pass. But just like always, I...

But to be perfectly frank, this childish idea that the author of a novel has some special insight into the characters in the novel…it’s ridiculous. That novel was composed of scratches on a page, dear....

Everyone wants to leave an extraordinary life.

On the morning in question, she wore white shorts and a pink T-shirt that featured a green dragon breathing a fire of orange glitter. It is difficult to explain how awesome I found this T-shirt...