Imagining the future is a kind of nostalgia.

Because you're only thinking they-might-not-like-me-they-might-not-like-me, and guess what? When you act like that, no one likes you.

Our role as humans is to recognize the complexity of others.

She would stay on the road and in hiding, a balloon floating through the sky, eating up hundreds of miles a day with a help of the perpetual tailwind.

The only person I really wanted to talk to about Augustus Water's death with was Augustus Waters.

I mean, he was something that happened to me, you know? But before he was this minor figure in the drama of my life he was - you know, the central figure in the drama of his own life.

As I recall, you promised to CALL when you finished the book, not text.