I figured something out. The future is unpredictable.

I have two kinds of Facebook friends: Those who know what 'DFTBA' means, and those who don't.

I have an Augustus Waters fetish.

I am a grenade," I said again. "I just want to stay away from people and read books and think and be with you guys because there's nothing I can do about hurting you: You're too invested, so just please let me do that, okay? "I'm going to go to my room and read for awhile, okay? I'm fine. I really am fine: I just want to go read for a while.

He loved the scratching of pencil against paper when he was focused: it meant something was happening.

I have spent my life falling. Not the kind that Tiny's talking about. He's talking about love. I'm talking about life. In my kind of falling, there's no landing. There's only hitting the ground. Hard. Dead, or wanting to be dead. So the whole time you're falling, it's the worst feeling in the world. Because you feel you have no control over it. Because you know how it ends.

... I didn't know whether to feel angry at her for making me part of her suicide or just to feel angry at myself for letting her go.