Ultimately what I like about reading together is that we all make it happen together. Of course even amid shared experience we’re still alone… each reading of each book is unique. But what a comfort it is to share readings and experiences. How lucky we are when we get to be alone together.

weltschmerz: its the depression you feel when the world as it is does not line up with the world as you think it should be.

That deep, can-still-taste-her-in-my-mouth sleep.

“I thought we were in a church basement, but we are literally in the heart of Jesus.” “Someone should tell Jesus,” I said. “I mean, it's gotta be dangerous, storing children with cancer in your heart.” “I would tell Him myself.” Augustus said, “but unfortunately I am literally stuck inside of His heart, so He won't be able to hear me.”

I'm a good person but a shitty writer. You're a shitty person but a good writer. We'd make a good team.

I can't be you. You can't be me. You can imagine another well—but never quite perfectly, you know?

Last words are always harder to remember when no one knows that someone's about to die.