And it was just the three of us - three bodies and two people - the three who knew what had happened and too many layers between all of us too much keeping us from one another.
And it was just the three of us - three bodies and two people - the three who knew what had happened and too many layers between all of us too much keeping us from one another.
Entropy increases. Things fall apart.
I may die young, but at least I'll die smart.
Is it so hard to die, Mr. Lewis? Is that labyrinth really worse than this one?
Reading it the night before, I'd wondered if it would be like that for me-if in one moment, I would finally understand her, know her, and understand the role I'd played in her dying. But I wasn't convinced enlightenment struck like lightining.
There's your labyrinth of suffering. We are all going. Find your way out of that maze.
You just use the future to escape the present.
And people are moody, dude. You gotta get used to living with people.
Everything that comes together falls apart. Everything. The chair I'm sitting on. It was built, and so it will fall apart. I'm gonna fall apart, probably before this chair. And you're gonna fall apart. The cells and organs and systems that make you you-they came together, grew together, and so must fall apart. The Buddha knew one thing science didn't prove for millennia after his death: Entropy increases. Things fall apart.
I mean, it's stupid to miss someone you didn't even get along with. But I don't know, it was nice, you know, having someone you could always fight with.
It always shocked me when I realized that I wasn't the only person in the world who thought and felt such strange and awful things.
Scared isn't a good excuse. Scared is the excuse everyone has always used.
They love their hair because they're not smart enough to love something more interesting.
You smoke to enjoy it, I smoke to die.
And then I screwed up and the Colonel screwed up and Takumi screwed up and she slipped through our fingers.
Fuck Lara, fuck Jake because I do, Alaska Young, I do love you and what else matters but that.
I must talk, and you must listen, for we are engaged here in the most important pursuit in history: the search for meaning. What is the nature of being a person? What is the best way to go about being a person? How did we come to be, and what will become of us when we are no longer? In short: What are the rules of this game, and how might we best play it?
It was an indulgence, learning last words. Other people had chocolate; I had dying declarations.
She's cute, I thought, but you don't need to like a girl who treats you like you're ten: You've already got a mom.
Things never happened like I imagined them.
You're awfully philosophical for a girl that just got busted.
And then I was asleep. That deep, can-still-taste-her-in-my-mouth sleep, that sleep that is not particularly restful but difficult to wake up from all the same.
Getting pissed wouldn't fix it. Damn it.
I ran like a cheetah - well, like a cheetah that smoked too much.
It was not an eventful day. I should have done extraordinary things. I should have sucked the marrow out of life. But on that day, I slept eighteen hours out of a possible twenty-four.
She's just playing a trick on us. This is just an Alaska Young Prank Extraordinaire. It's Alaska being Alaska, funny and playful and not knowing when or how to put on the brakes.
We are as indestructible as we believe ourselves to be.
And then something invisible snapped insider her, and that which had come together commenced to fall apart.
How will we ever get out of this labyrinth of suffering?
I vaguely hoped that someone would come up and talk to me.
It's not life or death, the labyrinth. Suffering. Doing wrong and having wrong things happen to you. That's the problem. Bolivar was talking about the pain, not about the living or dying. How do you get out of the labyrinth of suffering?
Sunlight feels warm and rough against your skin like a kiss on the cheek from your dad.
We are engaged here in the most important pusuit in history. The search for meaning. What is What is the nature of being a person? What is the best way to go about being a person?How did we come to be, and wha will become of us when we are no longer? In short: What are the rules this game, and how might we best play it?
At some point we all look up and realize we are lost in a maze.
I began to swim, an armless silver mermaid, using only my hips to generate motion, until finally my ass scraped against the lake's mucky bottom. I turned then and used my hips and waist to roll three times, until I came ashore near a ratty green towel. They'd left me a towel. How thoughtful.
I wanted to be one of those people who have streaks to maintain, who scorch the ground with their intensity. But for now, at least I knew such people, and they needed me, just like comets need tails.
Last words are always harder to remember when no one knows that someone's about to die.
That didn't happen, of course. Things never happened the way I imagined them.
We didn't talk much. But we didn't need to.
Az emberek, gondoltam, biztonsßgra vßgynak. K?ptelenek elviselni a gondolatot, hogy szeretteik mßr nem l?teznek, ?s magukat sem tudjßk nem l?tezo"nek elk?pzelni. V?g?l azt ?rtam, hogy az emberek az?rt hisznek a t·lvilßgban, mert nem tudjßk elviselni, hogy ne ?gy tegyenek.
I believe now that we are greater than the sum of our parts.
I was caught in a love triangle with one dead side.
Let's make a deal: You figure out what the labyrinth is and how to get out of it, and i'll get you laid. -Alaska Young
That is the fear: I have lost something important, and I cannot find it, and I need it. It is fear like if someone lost his glasses and went to the glasses sotre and they told him that the world had run out of glasses and he would just have to do without.
We think that we are invincible because we are.
Because memories fall apart, too. And you're left with nothing.
I can't be mad at you, you harmless scrawny bastard.
I wasn't disappointed. My expectations had been met.
Like Rabe'a, I didn't think people should believe in God because of heaven and hell. But I didn't feel a need to run around with a torch. You can't burn down a made-up place.
The Colonel explained to me that 1. this was Alaska's room, and that 2. she had a single room because the girl who was supposed to be her roommate got kicked out at the end of last year, and that 3. Alaska had cigarettes, although the Colonel neglected to ask whether 4. I smoked, which 5. I didn't.
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