It was nice - in the dark and the quiet... and her eyes looking back, like there was something in me worth seeing.

We're invisible. I've never been here with someone else. It's different being invisible with someone.

You will go to the paper towns and never come back.

The marks humans leave are too often scars. You build a hideous minimall or start a coup or try to become a rock star and you'll think "they'll remember me now," but (a) they don't remember you, and (b) all you leave behind are more scars. Your coup becomes a dictatorship. Your minimall becomes a lesion.

You should see it. V for Vendetta I mean. "I'll look it up." No. With Me. At my house. Now

Entropy increases. Things fall apart.

The part I enjoy most is not the doing, but the noticing.