Nothing really ever happens like you imagine it will.

But that part of us greater than the sum of our parts cannot begin and cannot end, and so it cannot fail

This was not a place you go to live. It was a place you go to die."- Paper Towns

I don't believe in prom,' I reminded her as she rounded a corner. I expertly angled my raisin bran to accomodate the g-forces. I'd done this before.

I choose the labyrinth.

There will come a time, when all of us are dead. All of us. There will come a time when there are no human beings remaining to remember that anyone ever existed or that our species ever did anything.

I can't be you. You can't be me. You can imagine another well—but never quite perfectly, you know?