Imagine others complexly.

We kiss. Her hands are freezing on my face, and she tastes like coffee and the smell of the onion is still stuck in my nose, and my lips are all dry from the endless winter. And it's awesome.

I found his last words without too much searching. Captured by the Bolivian army, Guevara said, 'Shoot, coward. You are only going to kill a man.

The thing about chameleoning your way through life is that it gets to where nothing is real.

He specialized in the murder of dreams, Hazel Grace.

And I wondered if hurdlers ever thought, you know, 'This would go faster if we just got rid of the hurdles.

She never acted as if she liked him all that much, but then she never acted as if she liked anyone all that much.