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A couple of customers interrupted [...] who wanted to know if we had some YA book about ants and aliens I'd never heard of.

Age isn't stealing from my grandmother; it's slowly unwinding her.

And I stood there and took it because I was an object. We were all objects to Marcus McCoy.

And then Wilhelm Appeared. Not in a cloud of smoke or a flash of light, but in the moment where the heart skips a beat. Not there and then there.

And yet, despite being faced with so much hardship and pain, we continue to live. We continue to struggle and fight for our place in the world. We continue to try even though we know we're going to lose. That's the real miracle, not me.

And you couldn't say 'vagina' without giggling. If you can't say it, you dont get to go near it

As human beings, we're born believing that we are the apex of creation, that we are invincible, that no problem exists that we cannot solve. But we inevitably die with all our beliefs broken.

A star's light still shines even if there's no one to see it, but without someone to remember Jesse, his light will disappear.

Because you can only die once but you can suffer forever.

Bonding over illegal drugs hadn't magically solved our problems,

Books are for ugly people.

But that's life. One long tunnel. There are lights along the way. Sometimes they feel spread farther apart than others, but they're there. And when you find one, it's okay to stand under it for a while to catch your breath before marching back into the dark.

But that's the difference between people and stars. A star's light still shines even if there's no one to see it, but without someone to remember Jesse, his light will disappear.

Dreams are hopeful because they exist as pure possibility.

Dreams are hopeful because they exist as pure possibility. Unlike memories, which are fossils, long dead and buried deep.

Falling in love is about hormones and pheromones and powerful emotions that overwhelm our better judgement. Staying in love requires time and effort and knowledge and trust that has to be earned over the course of lifetimes. Falling in love is the illusion. Staying in love is the real miracle.

Freddie’s smile basically lit up the entire store. It was the kind of smile that made me think kissing her might be nice.

He stopped at a Dunkin' Donuts and bought me an OJ and a bagel. Bribery wasn't going to make me forgive him, but I couldn't say no to carbs and juice.

How can you make an informed decision about whether to save the world if you never leave your tiny part of it?

How ugly we must look to them, spilling light into every dark corner to push back the shadows, blinding ourselves to the true beauty of emptiness.

I’d never ride a rocket into out space, so standing at the edge of the ocean was probably the closest I’d get to touching something boundless and greater than myself. For me, the ocean had a way of putting the rest of the world into context for a couple seconds.

I don't even remember what was so funny; I only remember thinking I'd suffocate before I stopped laughing.

I don’t think I deserve him.” Audrey shrugged. “Probably not. But he doesn’t deserve you, either. Maybe that’s why you’re perfect for each other.” “Do you think it could last?” “Who cares?” “I care.” Audrey sucked up her drink and tossed the empty cup onto the ground. There was no way we were going to be able to hide the fact that we’d had a party from Mom. Fuck it. “You like bacon, right?” Audrey asked. “Duh.” “So, when you’re offered bacon for breakfast, do you refuse because you’re worried about what’s going to happen when it’s gone?” “No.” “No!” Audrey smacked me in the chest. “You eat that bacon and you love it because it’s delicious. You don’t fret over whether you’ll ever have bacon again. You just eat the bacon.” Audrey stood in front of me and held my face between her hands. Her expression was so solemn that it was difficult not to laugh. “Eat the bacon, Henry.

I don't think I'm as strong as you think I am." "And I think you're stronger than you believe.

If a kid looks like he doesn't give a shit, it's not because he doesn't believe in himself anymore; it's because no one else believes in him.

I felt as if each person within visual range were slowly draining the life from me. We were all connected, and the more them there were, the more I wanted to crawl under a table and cry.

If she had any fucks to give about what we thought of her, she hoarded them jealously.

If you knew the world was ending, and you had the chance to stop it, would you?” “Of course. [...] Why do you ask?” “Oh,” I said. “It’s for a school project.” “That’s interesting.” I shook my head. “Not really. Like I said: it’s just a school thing.” Zooey turned toward me, giving me her undivided attention. “Not the question—the fact that you’d even need to ask.

I hate Jesse for leaving me behind. If he asked, I would have walked into the air with him.

I held on to the hope that one day I would grow up and have all the answers, just like my parents. As I look over at Arnold and then at Father Mike, I realize that adults are just as fucked as the rest of us. No one really grows up. No one unravels all of life's many mysteries. They just grow older and become better liars.

I look at people and I don't know them. Yesterday, I spent twenty minutes trying to figure out who the grumpy woman sitting beside me was before I realized it was your mother. [...] I've led a rich life, Henry, but I'm terrified of dying a pauper.

In this bubble of time, I wasn't a freak and he wasn't a bully, and we could be friends without anyone knowing, and at least for now, that was enough.

It's a date." "It's a cookie." "It's a cookie date.

It's almost August, and the last swarm of lovebugs swirls around me, their tiny connected bodies a tragedy. They're born, they fuck, they die a horrific death splattered against an uncaring windshield. That's the cycle: The ones we love always die.

It's easy to allow the world to collapse down to our own stories. To see ourselves as the central figure in the only story worth knowing and forget that every person we encounter is living their own, is the center of their own universe. But that's the nature of the human experience.

It terrified me that one day I might not be the person I was; that one day I might not even remember who I used to be. Like I said, maybe it makes me a horrible person, but I think anyone who says they’re not afraid of the future is lying.

It was chance. A random series of events given meaning by somone desperate to prove there's a design to our lives. That the minutes and hours between our birth and death are ore than frantic moments of chaos. Because if that's all they are - if there are no rules governing our lives - then our entire existence is a meaningless farce.

It was difficult to think about assignments and romantic entanglements when I still had the fate of the world looming over me, but the world ending didn't mean that our other problems disappeared. We could push them aside for awhile, but we dragged them behind us everywhere we went.

I was broken and I was beautiful. I was nothing and I was everything. I didn't matter to the universe, but I mattered to him.

I was diamond on the outside, and I would not break. Inside, though, I was already broken.

I wasn't sure how much was real and how much was fantasy, but it didn't matter because it made her smile.

I was surrounded by heaven. The sun, the moon, the earth, and all those living stars. They wen't static like in pictures taken from impossibly far away- they breathed, they glowed. They were future and past, possibility and memory. They were beautiful. "I never knew there were so many," I whispered. We are merely pieces of a grander design, even more insignificant than I imagined. When the earth ceases to be, all those stars will shine on. Out deaths will mean nothing to them. "I feel so small." No one replied. I wondered as I watched the stars, really seeing them for the fist time, whether they could see me, too.

Maybe hell is seeing the lost loved painted over the faces of the strangers we meet.

Milkshakes make the world seem less shitty.

No doesn't mean to Marcus what it means to those without money and a car.

No one is perfect, no one is flawless, and loving someone means admitting they have faults. It means loving them, not in spite of those flaws, but because of them.

Only someone who cares could fake not caring so well.

Popularity is teenage heroin.

She's the gristle stuck between Time's teeth, and I love her for it.

Sometimes coming out isn't about us. It's not fair that we have to carry the emotional burden of sharing our secret and making sure the person we're coming out to is okay, but we make concessions for the people we care about. Besides, I may have run the scenarios for this conversation but my mom had been running scenarios about my entire life since the day she had learned she was pregnant with me.