The labyrinth blows, but I choose it.

That was part of her, and you used to know it. It's like now you only care about the Alaska you made up.

Peter Van Houten was the only person I’d ever come across who seemed to (a) understand what it’s like to be dying, and (b) not have died.

How can you seperate those things though? The people are the place is the people.

It turns out that, somehow, there are a tremendous number of things to be optimistic about.

Books—they weren't ladders out of the abyss, but they were companions.

The truth is that in our lives we are all going to encounter questions that should be answered, that deserve to be answered, and yet prove unanswerable.