Augustus, perhaps you’d like to share your fears with the group.” “My fears?” “Yes.” “I fear oblivion,” he said without a moment’s pause. “I fear it like the proverbial blind man who’s afraid of the dark.” “Too soon,” Isaac said, cracking a smile. “Was that insensitive?” Augustus asked. “I can be pretty blind to other people’s feelings.

The thing about That Guy Is a Gigolo,' Radar says, 'I mean, the thing about it as a game, is that in the end it reveals a lot more about the person doing the imagining than it does about the person being imagined.

The pure and simple truth Is rarely pure and never simple. What's a boy to do When lies and truth are both sinful?

"Please stop," I said. "You're upsetting the black Santas."

But I was not in the band, because I suffer from the kind of tone deafness that is generally associated with actual deafness

Maybe life is not about accomplishing some bullshit markers.

And then it was the kind of dark your eyes never adjust to.