The universe is biased toward consciousness because the universe wants to be noticed. It's a way into existential hope that doesn't have too much cliché wrapped around it.

Not that smart. Not that hot. Not that nice. Not that funny. That's me: I'm not that.

Crying is you, plus tears

I didn't want to look at them, so I looked away, and to look away was to look at Augustus.

Boys do not have the monopoly in Staring Business, after all.

I kind of conned you into believing you were falling in love with a healthy person.

The risen sun too bright in her losing eyes.