“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.”

Maybe life is not about accomplishing some bullshit markers.

We had to forgive to survive the labyrinth

That smile could end wars and cure cancer.

I don't think you can ever fill the empty space with the thing you lost.

Maybe all the strings inside him broke.

As far as I can tell, there are two basic (kissing) rules: 1. Don't bite anything without permission. 2. The human tongue is like wasabi: it's very powerful, and should be used sparingly.