All good books are about everything, abbreviated.
~ Andrew Smith
I began to consider the fact that maybe history is actually the great destroyer of free will.
Coffee is a girl who never tells a boy no.
History chews up sexually uncertain boys, and spits us out as recycled, generic greeting cards for lonely old men.
It was so pleasant, chaotic, emotionless, nameless-everything vibrating so beautifully in the universe without words.
I love how, whenever you tell me a story, you go backwards and forwards and tell me everything else that could possibly be happening in every direction, like an explosion. Like a flower blooming.
Worry and regret are both useless weights that provide no drag. They never did anything to slow down the planet for one goddamned second.
We made this stupid rule and this stupid rule.Boys are not allowed to love each other.Then we painted a bison on the wall.
Readers of history may decide that joking while two guys are driving around through a town that has recently been slaughtered by six-foot-tall praying mantis beasts with shark-tooth-studded arms is in poor taste.It is.But that is exactly what real boys have always done when confronted with the brutal aftermath of warfare.
You must be crazy, after all, if a bird loves you.
History shows that an examination of the personal collection of titles in any man’s library will provide something of a glimpse into his soul.
Mind the gap, Jack
There is something inside all boys that drives us to go away again and again and again.