"And what is an 'instant' death anyway? How long is an instant? Is it one second? Ten? The pain of those seconds must have been awful as her heart burst and her lungs collapsed and there was no air and no blood to her brain and only raw panic. What the hell is instant? Nothing is instant: Instant rice takes five minutes, instant pudding an hour. I doubt that an instant of blinding pain feels particularly instantaneous." -Pudge (Miles Halter) pg. 146
"He was gone, and I did not have time to tell him what I had just now realized: that I forgave him, and that she forgave us, and that we had to forgive to survive the labyrinth." -Pudge (Miles Halter) pg. 218
"When adults say 'Teenagers think they are invincible' with that sly, stupid smile on their faces, they don't know how right they are. We need never be hopeless, because we can never be irreparably broken. We think that we are invincible because we are. We cannot be born, and we cannot die. Like all energy, we can only change shapes and sizes and manifestations. They forget that when they get old. They are scared of losing and failing. But that part of us greater than the sum of our parts cannot begin and cannot end, and so cannot fail." -Pudge (Miles Halter) pgs. 220-221
"Thomas Edison's last words were: 'It's very beautiful over there.' I don't know where there is, but I believe it's somewhere, and I hope it's beautiful." -Pudge (Miles Halter) pg. 221
This is a compilation of my pocket journal entries which consist of streams of consciousness, quotes, and anything else I feel like adding. Not all entries are crystal clear since they are not written for the reader, but rather, for me. Anything that is in bold print means that I just like that particular piece I wrote. Any titles that are dated are my entries. Anything else = quotes. I hope you enjoy my random mind, and I hope I can inspire you to start a journal of your own. Happy writing!
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