It's hard as hell to hold on to your dignity when the risen sun is too bright in your losing eyes, and that's what I was thinking about as we hunted for bad guys through the ruins of a city that didn't exist.

Beware of that monster called 'self-loathing'.

Books are like tweets, except longer.

Ashes to ashes. Garage sale to garage sale,” I said.

I do, Augustus. I do.

At some point, I realized I was Kaitlyning the encounter, so I decided to text Kaitlyn and ask for some advice.

I'm a grenade and at some point I'm going to blow up and I would like to minimize the casualties, okay?