That smile could end wars and cure cancer.

And so much depends, I told Augustus, upon a blue sky cut open by the branches of the trees above. So much depends upon the transparent G-tube erupting from the gut of the blue-lipped boy. So much depends upon the observer of the universe.

Something about me has always liked the drama and inconvience of bad weather. The worse the better, really.

Crying adds something: crying is you, plus tears. But the feeling Colin had was some horrible opposite of crying. It was you, minus something. He kept thinking about one word - forever - and felt the burning ache just beneath his rib cage.

We have this weird thing in the world where you don't get insulted for what you do, you get insulted for who you are.

We’re as likely to hurt the universe as we are to help it, and we’re not likely to do either.

Ma'am," Augustus said, nodding toward her, "Your daughter's car has just been deservingly egged by a blind man. Please close the door and go back inside or we'll be forced to call the police.