Nghi

“Gus: "It tastes like..."
Me: "Food."
Gus: "Yes, precisely. It tastes like food, excellently prepared. But it does not taste, how do I put this delicately...?"
Me: "It does not taste like God Himself cooked heaven into a series of five dishes which were then served to you accompanied by several luminous balls of fermented, bubbly plasma while actual and literal flower petals floated down around your canal-side dinner table."
Gus: "Nicely phrased."
Gus's father: "Our children are weird."
My dad: "Nicely phrased.”
― John Green, The Fault in Our Stars

“If a writer falls in love with you, you can never die.”
― Mik Everett

“They don't directly listen to you.
They just hear things within their minds that triggered by your words.”
― Toba Beta, Master of Stupidity

“I wonder, with all the flowers in the garden, how many of them ever think of hanging themselves with the garden hose, if ever they can.”
― Anthony Liccione