Wrap your hand in toilet paper before you meet someone. It’ll change how much people respect you.
Write your goals down on a sheet of paper. That way you can easily flip the page over and ignore them.
The first among mankind will always be those who make something imperishable out of a sheet of paper, a canvas, a piece of marble, or a few sounds
Personality is a piece of paper that folds in to conceal different sides and display others, like an Origami
It taught that there are three versions of things: the one I see in my mind, and the one that carries onto the paper, and then what it ultimately becomes.
She's sensitive, too. Takes to hurt the way water takes to paper.
Just let me sleep," she grumbled. "Let me sleep, and I'll sign a paper that you're a fucking angel.
Provide me with an ink, paper, inspiration and place me on the high point on the edge with the sunset and sunrise, and I will make a masterpiece for you.
to him, money was like the toy bank notes in Monopoly: he wanted it, not for what it could buy, but because it was needed to play the game
I never heerd...nor read of nor see in picters, any angel in tights and gaiters...but...he's a reg'lar thoroughbred angel for all that.
I don’t know what they are called, the spaces between seconds– but I think of you always in those intervals.
He was sort of beautiful. In his own dark, depressing way, but still. She was going to miss that stupid fucking beautiful face.
The universe requires balance. Nothing, nothing, can exist without it. There is no life, no light, without death, without darkness. There is no memory… without emptiness.
She raised one leg and gave me all her weight as I dipped her. She either trusted me or wanted to fall.
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.
What about the rest of your life?" She shrugged. "What about it?" "Aren't you worried about, like, forever?" "Forever is composed of nows," she says.
Most of my friends were in band, and most of my free time during school was spent within twenty feet of the band room
Was it animal pee or human pee? Someone asked. How would I know? What, am I an expert in the study of pee?
There are so many people. It is easy to forget how full the world is of people, full to bursting, and each of them imaginable and consistently misimagined.
My heart is really pounding," I said. "That's how you know you're having fun," Margo said.
I don't know how I look, but I know how I feel: Young. Goofy. Infinite.
