And he was feeling not-unique in the very best possible way.

I believe the universe wants to be noticed. I think the universe is inprobably biased toward the consciousness, that it rewards intelligence in part because the universe enjoys its elegance being observed. And who am I, living in the middle of history, to tell the universe that it-or my observation of it-is temporary?

People are such idiots. As if there's something wrong with being in love.

I have an Augustus Waters fetish.

That’s part of what I like about the book in some ways. It portrays death truthfully. You die in the middle of your life, in the middle of a sentence

High School made me realize that the people who say they will never change, are always the ones who change the most.

The preciousness of the moment, which should make it easier to talk, makes it harder.