True love will triumph in the end—which may or may not be a lie, but if it is a lie, it's the most beautiful lie we have.

Pain is like fabric: The stronger it is, the more it’s worth.

I wondered if there would ever be a day when I didn't think about Alaska, wondered whether I should hope for a time when she would be a distant memory - recalled only on the anniversary of her death, or maybe a couple of weeks after, remembering only after having forgotten.

Lies are attempts to hide the truth by willfully denying facts. Fiction, on the other hand, is an attempt to reveal the truth by ignoring facts.

And I don’t blame him. I don’t even trust me.

I think that it's a universal urge to have our pain not be felt alone and to have our joys not be felt alone.

I'm not from Indianapolis, but I like living in Indianapolis. If I were to explain it, I'd tell someone to imagine a city that perfectly captures the best and the worst of America. Imagine the truly American city, because that's what it is.