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

I realized it in waves and we held on to each other crying and I thought, God we must look so lame, but it doesn't matter much when you have just now realized, all the time later, that you are still alive.

Youth is counted sweetest by those who are no longer young.

I bet if you look at the average teenager and the average adult, the average teenager has read more books in the last year than the average adult. Now of course the adult would be all like, 'I'm busy, I got a job, I got stuff to do.' WHATEVER! READ! I mean, you're watching CSI: Miami. Why would you be watching CSI: Miami, when you could be READING CSI: Miami, the novelization?

I didn't even know what the feeling was, really, just that there was a lot of it.

And then I screwed up and the Colonel screwed up and Takumi screwed up and she slipped through our fingers.

The times that were most fun seemed always to be followed by sadness now, because it was when life started to feel like it did when she was with us that we realized how utterly gone she was.