I’m just scared of ghosts, Pudge. And home is full of them.

We all know the true beauty of people everywhere, because we have all looked into the eyes of children, and saw ourselves looking back.

En français.

If people were rain i was drizzle and she was a hurrican.

Alaska finished her cigarette and flicked it into the river.’Why do you smoke so damn fast?’ I asked.She looked at me and smiled widely, and such a wide smile on her narrow face might have...

I go to seek a Great Perhaps.

…and on that thin-mooned night, I could see little more than her silhoutte except for when she smoked, the burning cherry of the cigarette washing her face in pale red light.

That deep, can-still-taste-her-in-my-mouth sleep.

After all this time, it still seems to me like straight and fast is the only way out – but I choose the labyrinth. The labyrinth blows, but I choose it.” Chip/Colonel

You can’t just make yourself matter and then die, Alaska, because now I am irretrievably different, and I’m sorry I let you go, yes, but you made the choice. You left me Perhapsless, stuck in...

I didn’t know what to say to her – I was caught in a love triangle with one dead side.

She’d obviously read the book many times before, and so she read flawlessly and confidently, and I could hear her smile in the reading of it, and the sound of that smile made me think...

I go to seek a Great Perhaps. That’s why I’m going. So I don’t have to wait until I die to start seeking a Great Perhaps.

When she fucked up all those years ago, just a little girl terrified into paralysis, she fell onto the enigma of herself.

More than anything, I felt the unfairness of it, the inarguable injustice of loving someonewho might have loved you back but can’t due to deadness, and then I leaned forward, my forehead against the back...

What is an “instant” death anyway? How long is an instant? Is it one second? Ten? The pain of those seconds must have been awful as her heart burst and her lungs collapsed and there...

how will we ever get out, straight and fast, of this labyrinth of suffering?

The pigs can’t stop the fox; I’m too quick,’ Takumi said to himself. “I can rhyme while I run; I’m that slick.

If people were rain, I’d be a drizzle and she’d be a hurricane.

It always shocked me when I realized that I wasn’t the only person in the world who thought and felt such strange and awful things.

We need never be hopeless, because we can never be irreparably broken. We think we are invincible because we are.

This one’s for Alaska Young!

Its very beautiful over there. I dont know where there is, but I believe its somewhere, and I hope its beautiful.

That didn’t happen, of course. Things never happened the way I imagined them.

AHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!’ he screamed.’So that’s Sara,’ I said.’Yes.”She seems nice.

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...

I believe now that we are greater than the sum of our parts/

I’m not going to be one of those people who sits around talking about what they’re gonna do. I’m just going to do it. Imagining the future is kind of nostalgia. You spend your whole...

I know so many last words. But I will never know hers.

Llega un momento en el que nos damos cuenta que nuestros padres no se pueden salvar ellos mismos ni salvarnos a nosotros, que a todos los que navegan por el tiempo, tarde o temprano, la...

I’m really not up for answering any questions that start with how, when, where, why or what.

She loved mysteries so much, that she became one.

ya’ll smoke to enjoy, i smoke to die..

But there was so much todo: cigarettes to smoke, sex to have, swings to swing on. I’ll have more time for reading when I’m old and boring.

I was gawky and she was gorgeous and I was hopelessly boring and she was endlessly fascinating. So I walked back to my room and collapsed on the bottom bunk, thinking that if people were...

Las cosas nunca suceden como yo las imagino.

Could the two people who are making out please be quiet?” the Colonel asked loudly from his sleeping bag. “Those of us who are not making out are drunk and tired.

We are greater than the sum of our parts.