Mom sobbed something into Dad's chest that I wish I hadn't heard, and that I hope she never finds out that I did hear. She said, "I won't be a mom anymore." It gutted me pretty badly.

Just remember that sometimes, the way you think about a person isn't the way they actually are... People are different when you can smell them and see them up close.

But a lot of times, people die how they live. And so last words tell me a lot about who people were, and why they became the sort of people biographies get written about.

Idiotically, it occurred to me that my pink underwear didn’t match my purple bra, as if boys even notice such things.

I didn't want to look at them, so I looked away, and to look away was to look at Augustus.

I'm not saying that everything is survivable. Just that everything except the last thing is.

How are the eyes?' 'Oh, excellent,' he said. 'I mean, they're not in my head is the only problem.