Ma'am," Augustus said, nodding toward her, "Your daughter's car has just been deservingly egged by a blind man. Please close the door and go back inside or we'll be forced to call the police.

It's not life or death, the labyrinth. Suffering. Doing wrong and having wrong things happen to you.

my lungs sucked at being lungs.

But I will say this: When the scientists of the future show up at my house with robot eyes and they tell me to try them on, I will tell the scientists to screw off, because I do not want to see a world without him.

So I walked back to my room and collapsed on the bottom bunk, thinking that if people were rain, I was drizzle and she was a hurricane.

Poetry is just so emo." he said. "Oh, the pain. The pain. It always rains. In my soul.

Reading a good book helps us to feel un-alone.