Nostalgia is inevitably a yearning for a past that never existed and when I'm writing, there are no bees to sting me out of my sentimentality. For me at least, fiction is the only way I can even begin to twist my lying memories into something true.

that while the world wasn't built for humans, we were built for the world.

what i really want - and what i never get - is to be appreciated. do you know what it’s like to work so hard to make sure everyone’s happy, and to have not a single person recognize it

I spy with my little eye a great story.

The Romans knew it: quod me alit me extinguit, they said: That which nourishes me, extinguishes me.

Above us, the wind blew and the branching shadows rearranged themselves on our skin. Gus squeezed my hand. "It is a good life, Hazel Grace.

Just move to the Internet, its great here. We get to live inside where the weather is always awesome.