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No estoy diciendo que pueda sobrevivirse a todo. Sólo que puede sobrevivirse a todo, menos a lo último.

No puedes separar a la Margo persona de la Margo cuerpo. No puedes ver lo uno sin lo otro… Al final, no sabias si Margo Roth Spiegelman estaba gorda o estaba delgada, como no sabes si la torre Eiffel se siente o no se siente sola.

No puedo creer que no quisieras que te encontrara.

No soy guapa, al menos no de cerca. En general, cuanto más se me acercan, menos guapa les parezco.

No te necesitaba, idiota. Te he elegido. Y luego tú me has elegido a mí. Y esto es como una promesa. Al menos por esta noche. En la salud y en la enfermedad. En lo bueno y en lo malo. En la riqueza y en la pobreza. Hasta que el amanecer nos separe.

No you don't", she answers, and she is right. She can see it in my face- I understand now that I can't be her and she can't be me. Maybe Whitman had a gift I don't have. But as for me: I must ask the wounded man where he is hurt, because I cannot become the wounded man. The only wounded man I can be is me.

Nunca había visto sus ojos muertos hasta ese punto, pero quizá nunca antes había visto sus ojos.

Oh no you didn't," Radar says when I show him why we're laughing. "Ben Starling, you better not have bought your token black friend a racist shirt.

Oh, the pain. The pain. It always rains. In my soul.

Once we got out of Jefferson Park, we rolled down the one window that worked so the world would know we had good taste in music.

Para mi habías sido como un chico de papel todos estos años… Dos dimensiones como personaje en el papel, y otras dos dimensiones diferentes, pero también planas, como persona.

On time for us was thirty minutes before actually started, because the half hour before the first bell was the highlight of our social calendars: standing outside the side door that led into the band room and just talking.

On some fundamental level we find it difficult to understand that other people are human beings in the same way that we are.

Porque é o máximo ser uma ideia que agrada a todos. Mas eu nunca poderia ser aquela ideia para mim, não totalmente.

Porque es genial ser una idea que a todo el mundo le gusta. Pero no podía ser la idea de mí misma, no del todo.

People I don't know die all the time. If I had a nervous breakdown every time something awful happened in the world I'd be crazier than a shithouse rat.

Physical space between us evaporates. We play the broken strings of our instruments one last time

Por un momento siento un destello de esperanza al pensar en el último verso del poema: «En alguna parte te espero». Pero luego pienso que esa primera persona no tiene por qué ser una persona. También puede ser un cuerpo.

Que engañoso creer que una persona es algo más que una persona.

Que el lodo sea mi heredero, quiero crecer del pasto que amo; Si quieres encontrarte conmigo, búscame bajo la suela de tus zapatos.

Siempre esperas que la gente no sea quien es.

Se colocó el pelo detrás de las orejas, se puso la capucha y se la ató con el cordón. El farol iluminó los agudos rasgos de su cara pálida. Quizá los dos éramos ninjas, pero sólo ella lo parecía.

She loved so much misteries tha she became one

Recuerda que algunas veces las personas no son como crees que son.

Siempre había creído que había que ser importante para tener enemigos. Por ejemplo: históricamente, Alemania ha tenido más enemigos que Luxemburgo. Margo Roth Spiegelman era Alemania. Y Gran Bretaña. Y Estados Unidos. Y la Rusia de los zares. Yo soy Luxemburgo. Me siento por ahí, vigilo las ovejas y canto canciones tirolesas

Siempre me han gustado las rutinas. Supongo que aburrirme nunca me había aburrido demasiado.

So maybe we won’t ever win the lottery, or marry royalty, or make that last second shot. That doesn’t mean we won’t have amazing adventures, meet exceptional people, and make indelible memories. The trick is to notice before it’s too late.

That's always seemed so ridiculous to me, that people want to be around someone because they're pretty. It's like picking your breakfast cereals based on color instead of taste.

Standing before this building, I learn something about fear. I learn that it is not the idle fantasies of someone who maybe wants something important to happen to him, even if the important thing is horrible. It is not the disgust of seeing a dead stranger, and not the breathlessness of hearing a shotgun pumped outside of Becca Arrington’s house. This cannot be addressed by breathing exercises. This fear bears no analogy to any fear I knew before. This is the basest of all possible emotions, the feeling that was with us before we existed, before this building existed, before the earth existed. This is the fear that made fish crawl onto dry land and evolve lungs, the fear that teaches us to run, the fear that makes us bury our dead.

Standing before this building, I learn something about fear. I learn that it is not the idle fantasies of someone who maybe wants something important to happen to him, even if the important thing is horrible. It is not the disgust of seeing a dead stranger, and not the breathlessness of hearing a shotgun pumped outside of Becca Arrington's house. This cannot be addressed by breathing exercises. This fear bears no analogy to any fear I knew before. This is the basest of all possible emotions, the feeling that was with us before we existed, before this building existed, before the earth existed. This is the fear that made fish crawl out onto dry land and evolve lungs, the fear that teaches us to run, the fear that makes us bury our dead.

Te cuento lo que no me gusta: desde aquí no se ve el óxido, la pintura cayéndose y todo eso, pero ves lo que es realmente. Ves lo falso que es todo. Ni siquiera es duro como el plástico. Es una ciudad de papel.

That poem is so damned long. You'd think old Walt could have taken a line or two to tell us how to unscrew the door from its jamb.

The way you think about a person isn't the way they actually are.

The thing is that I do believe in college, and jobs, and maybe even babies one day. I believe in the future. Maybe it's a character flaw, but for me it is a congenital one.

The way I figure it, everyone gets a miracle. (Prologue)

These kids, they're like tied-down helium balloons. They strain against the string and strain against it, and then something happens, and that string gets cut, and they just float away. (...) But once that string gets cut, kid, you can't uncut it.

The town was paper, but the memory was not.

Una ciudad de papel para una chica de papel.

Todo el mundo está enloquecido por la manía de poseer cosas. Todas las cosas débiles y frágiles como el papel.

Todo es más feo de cerca.

Un punto en el mapa se convirtió en un lugar real, más real de lo que las personas que crearon ese punto habrían imaginado.

What a treacherous thing to believe, that a person is more than a person." - Paper Towns

We don't suffer from a shortage of metaphors, is what I mean. But you have to be careful which metaphor you choose, because it matters.

We bring the fucking rain Q, not the scattered showers.

You don't give a shit if people like you.

You listen to people so that you can imagine them, and your hear all the terrible and woderful things people do to themselves and to one another, but in the end the listening exposes you even more than it exposes the people you're trying to listen to.

And even though it was ridiculously childish, in the end I had to call myself a faggot, which really annoyed me, because 1. I don't think that word should ever be used by anyone, let alone me, and 2. As it happens, I am not gay, and furthermore, 3. Chuck Parson made it out like calling yourself a faggot was the ultimate humiliation, even though there's nothing at all embarrassing about being gay.

You're upsetting the black Santas.

You're just a really loud, awkward ninja, but we are both ninjas.

A poem can't do its work if you only read snippets of it.