Nothing really ever happens like you imagine it will.

I know so many last words. But I will never know hers.

I’m not up for laughing, but their laughter makes the room feel safer, so we begin to explore.

We landed, in fact, parallel to a canal, like there were two runways: one for us and one for waterfowl.

I am in the midst of a soliloquy! I wrote this out and memorized it and if you interrupt me I will completely screw it up,' Augustus interrupted. 'Please to be eating your sandwich and listening.

The future will erase everything--there's no level of fame or genius that allows you to transcend oblivion. The infinite future makes that kind of mattering impossible.

The fundamental mistake I had always made - and that she had, in fairness, always led me to make - was this: Margo was not a miracle. She was not an adventure. She was not a fine and precious thing. She was a girl.