Lacey shrugged bashfully. “Do you think I’m superficial?” “Well, yeah.” I thought of myself standing outside Becca’s bedroom, hoping she’d take her shirt off. “But so am I,” I added. “So is everyone.

You do not immortalize the lost by writing about them. Language buries, but does not resurrect.

Well," Peter Van Houten said, extending his hand to me. "It is at any rate a pleasure to meet such ontologically improbable creatures." I shook his swollen hand, and then he shook hands with Augustus. I was wondering what ontologically meant. Regardless, I liked it. Augustus and I were together in the Improbable Creatures Club: us and duck-billed platypuses.

It always shocked me when I realized that I wasn’t the only person in the world who thought and felt such strange and awful things.

How do you just stop being terrified of getting left behind and ending up by yourself forever and not meaning anything to the world?

You're amazing, and I so want to be your boyfriend, because of what you just said, and also because that shirt makes me want to take you home and do unspeakable things while we watch live-action Sailor Moon videos

Whatever. Great day. Today. Best day of my life.