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It’s weird how you see someone who smiles all the time and you assume that they’re happy all the time. It’s weird how someone is nice to you and you assume that they’re a wholly “good person.”
“Happiness,” he says, “is the price of profound thought.”
“Please dance with me,” he says. “I know that dancing is awkward and outdated, and I know that you don’t like doing stuff like that and, if I’m honest, neither do I, and I know that the night isn’t going to last very long and soon everyone will just go home back to their laptops and their empty beds, and we’ll probably be alone tomorrow,
I love snow. Snow can make anything beautiful.
this were a film, I would be there, I would be the hero stopping this false justice. But this isn’t a film. I am not the hero.
I don’t think that there was a particular reason for the crying. I think that was just his personality.
“If you go on acknowledging that you hate it, you’re never going to want to be here. You can’t give up on it. You can’t be defeatist about it.”
I’ve felt that not engaging can be just as bad as the alternative.
It’s so easy to assume you know everything about a person.
I don’t want people to try and understand why I’m the way I am, because I should be the first person to understand that.
“Things certainly are a lot easier the fewer friends you have.”
friendship comes with a lot of benefits.”
You can’t always rely just on yourself, even though it can seem like an easier way to live.”
“Nothing’s going to change until you decide you want it to change.”
There comes a point, though, when you can’t keep looking after other people anymore. You have to start looking after yourself.
start to mumble deliriously. “We’ll kill ourselves. We’re both killing ourselves.”
“We’re so used to disaster that we accept it. We think we deserve it.”
“I don’t think anyone deserves disaster. I think a lot of people wish for disaster because it’s the only thing left with the power to turn heads.”
Split between the green and the blue, there is an indefinable beauty that people call humanity.
I realize that I know his number by heart.
“Extraordinary is only an extension of ordinary,”
a kind of raw gratitude, as if me going with him was the only thing that mattered.
I begin to wonder how Michael can so easily make something wonderful out of something cold, and then I begin to wonder whether lots of people are like this, and I begin to wonder whether, if I weren’t so busy thinking about other things, I would be like this.
“Do you think that, if we were happy for our entire lives, we would die feeling like we’d missed out on something?”
You be honest or you shut the fuck up. Dropping little hints and then hiding is literally the worst thing you could do.”
“To be honest, I think it’s just a defense mechanism.”

