And so that is the question I leave you with in this final: What is your cause for hope?

She spoke quietly then, the tiniest crack in her voice, and all at once Lacey Pemerton was not Lacey Pemberton. She was just—like, a person.

Entropy increases. Things fall apart.

People always get used to beauty though.

This was not a place you go to live. It was a place you go to die."- Paper Towns

When did we see each other face-to-face? Not until you saw into my cracks and I saw into yours. Before that, we were just looking at ideas of each other, like looking at your window shade but never seeing inside. But once the vessel cracks, the light can get in. The light can get out.

If I had cared about her as I should have, as I thought I did, how could I have let her go?