All I know of heaven and all I know of death is in this park: an elegant universe in ceaseless motion, teeming with ruined ruins and screaming children.
That's what I believe. I believe that universe wants to be noticed. I think the universe is improbably biased toward consciousness, that it rewards intelligence in part because the universe enjoys its elegance being observed. And who am I, living in ...
COLUMBUS BROUGHT SMALLPOX TO THE NATIVES; WE SHALL RECALL THE OCCASION WITH A PICNIC!
there is no shortage of fault to be found amid our stars
While the world wasn't build for the humans, we were built for the world
Everyone wants to leave an extraordinary life.
The marks humans leave are too often scars.
...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.
The food was so good that with each passing course, our conversation devolved further into fragmented celebrations of its deliciousness: 'I want this dragon carrot risotto to become a person so I can take it to Las Vegas and marry it.
He specialized in the murder of dreams, Hazel Grace...
Lonely, Vaguely Pedophilic Swing Set Seeks the Butts of Children.
Columpios apedofilados que se sienten solos buscan culos de niños" ~ Hazel, Bajo la misma estrella.
The joy you bring us is so much greater than the sadness we feel about your illness.
I was left on the shore with the waves washing over me, unable to drawn.
Were she better, or you sicker, then the stars would not be so terribly crossed, but it is the nature of stars to cross, and never was Shakespeare more wrong than when he had Cassius note, ‘The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars/But in ourselv...
Qualities of a Good Nurse: Go," I said. "1. Doesn't pun on your disability," Isaac said. "2. Gets blood on the first try," I said. "Seriously, that is huge. I mean is this my freaking arm or a dartboard? 3. No condescending voice." "How are you doing...
You are so busy being YOU that you have no idea how utterly unprecedented you are.
The real heroes anyway aren't the people doing things; the real heroes are the people NOTICING things, paying attention.
The next morning I had Twentieth-Century American Poetry at MCC. This old woman gave a lecture wherein she managed to talk for ninety minutes about Sylvia Plath without ever once quoting a single word of Sylvia Plath.
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.
I believe the universe wants to be noticed. I think the universe is inprobably biased toward the consciousness, that it rewards intelligence in part because the universe enjoys its elegance being observed. And who am I, living in the middle of histor...
