And so much depends, I told Augustus, upon a blue sky cut open by the branches of the trees above. So much depends upon the transparent G-tube erupting from the gut of the blue-lipped boy. So much depends upon the observer of the universe.

We fell. We got up. We ran.

feeling - probably for the first time in my life - the fear and excitement of living in a place where you never know what's going to happen or when.

Need is never a good basis for any relationship.

So I wasn't lying, exactly. I was just choosing among truths.

I love you' really is the gateway drug of breaking up.

More than anything, I felt the unfairness of it, the inarguable injustice of loving someone who might have loved you back but can't due to deadness, and then I leaned forward, my forehead against the back of Takumi's headrest, and I cried, whimpering, and I didn't even feel sadness so much as pain.