Quotes from Tim Tharp

And that's it—he goes his way, and I go mine. Used to, we would've broken down that whole story about my dad until we found the very truth of the truth of it, but now it's just, "So long, I'll see you later.

That's what the prom is—St. Patrick's Day for the young.

Cassidy brings something beautiful to me from the outside. Aimee brings something beautiful up from the depths of my insides. "I can't dance like Cassidy," she says. "Yeah, but you dance like Aimee. And that's perfect.

Were not faster-than-the-speed-of-light generation. Were not even the Next-New-thing-Generation. Were the Soon-To-Be-Obselete kids, and we've crowded in here to hide from the future and the past. We know what's up-- the future looms ahead like a black-wrought iron gate and the past is charging after us like a badass Doberman, only this one doesn't have any let-up in him.

who cares about all the problems and barriers, nothing matters but the Spectacular Now.

Your eyes are a blue universe, and I'm just falling into them. No parachute. I don't need one because I'm never going to hit the ground.

The only way you're going to get something to last in this world is to work at it

Here in the realm of books she's self-assured. She has some of the control she doesn't have anywhere else.

I did it! I stopped time. [Hampton Green]

Just bring some roses, then. Tell her you were wrong. But don't go into all sorts of promises about how you'll never do it again. Instead, tell her you've been thinking about how she must have felt when she saw that other girl hugging you. That way you can start her talking about her feelings. Then you've got to listen, hard. Let her know that her feelings are important to you. That's all she wanted from you in the first place.

There's no room inside for feeling any worse

Just wait. Someone's going to come along, someone you never expected, someone who needs you because you're you.

What else am I going to do, let the girl sit there on a railing in the moonlight thinking she's damned to go dudeless for the rest of her life?

And then there are the ex-girlfriends. They look incredible, every one of them.

I'm not a dream crusher. The real world already does enough of that without me getting into the business

Goodbye. Goodbye. I can't feel you anymore. The night is almost too beautifully pure for my soul to contain. I walk with my arms spread open under the big fat moon. Heroic weeds rise up from the cracks in the sidewalk, and the colored lights of the Hawaiian Breeze ignite the broken glass in the gutter. Goodbye, I say, goodbye, as I disappear little by little into the middle of the middle of my own spectacular now.

You get to be about eleven or twelve and everything's old hat. They've drummed the miraculous out of you, but you don't want it to be like that. You want the miraculous. You want everything to still be new.

Goodbye, I say, goodbye, as I disappear little by little into the middle of the middle of my own spectacular now.

That's how it is online—there's no time in cyberspace. It's almost like everything physical evaporates, and it's just your mind and the different sites floating in a void.

This idea comes to me that we're all grass blades on the same lawn. We've grown up together, shoulder to shoulder, under the same sun, drinking the same rain. But you know what happens to grass blades—somebody cuts them down just when they reach their prime.

Nothing lasts. You think it's going to. You think 'Here's something I can hold on to', but it always slips away.

The colors flow into your lungs, into your bloodstream. You are the colors.

But with this February sun, see, the light's absolutely pure and makes the colors of the sky and the tree limbs and the bricks on these suburban houses so clean that just looking at them is like inhaling purified air. The colors flow into your lungs, into your bloodstream. You are the colors.

it's not too late for me.