"All men's miseries derive from not being able to sit in a quiet room alone."
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"Something invisible snapped inside her."
"The world may be broken, but hope is not crazy."
"Sometimes the way you think about someone isn't the way they actually are."
"They love their hair because they're not smart enough to love something more interesting."
"At some point, you gotta stop looking up at the sky, or one of these days you'll look back down and see that you floated away, too."
"Grateful to be a little boat, full of water, still floating."
"If you want to make God laugh, tell him about your plans."
"You are so busy being YOU that you have no idea how utterly unprecedented you are."
"It is so hard to leave—until you leave. And then it is the easiest goddamned thing in the world."
"Hipsters, flipsters and finger-poppin' daddies: knock me your lobes."
"It feels like a perfect night, to dress up like hipsters, and make fun of our exes."
"Man can find no better retreat from the world than art, and man can find no stronger link with the world than art."
"I may die young, but at least I'll die smart."
"Every man has inside himself a parasitic being who is acting not at all to his advantage."
"You will go to the paper towns and never come back."
"What a treacherous thing to believe that a person is more than a person."
"You say into my cracks and I saw into yours."
"In small towns, bored teenagers turn their eyes longingly to the exciting doings in the big cities, pining for urban amenities like hipster bars and farmers' markets and indie-rock festivals. Like everyone else, they want the vibrant and they will not be denied."
"The Beat Generation, that was a vision that we had, John Clellon Holmes and I, and Allen Ginsberg in an even wilder way, in the late forties, of a generation of crazy, illuminated hipsters suddenly rising and roaming America, serious, bumming and hitchhiking everywhere, ragged, beatific, beautiful in an ugly graceful new way."