How will I ever get out of this labyrinth!" to a margin note written in her loop-heavy cursive: Straight & Fast.

The minister said, “Let us pray,” but as everyone else bowed their head, I could only stare slack-jawed at the sight of Peter Van Houten. After a moment, he whispered, “We gotta fake pray,” and bowed his head.

Wait, wait. I don't get it.' 'That is because you only have eight functioning brain cells.

I hope you didn't bring the Asian kid along thinking he's a computer genius. Because I'm not," Takumi said.

He flipped himself onto his side and kissed me. "You're so hot," I said, my hand still on his leg. "I'm starting to think you have an amputee fetish," he answered, still kissing me. I laughed. "I have an Augustus Waters fetish," I explained.

... she called it a paper town. Like, you know, everything so fake and flimsy.

Stupid truth, always resisting simplicity