I think maybe I know why,' she finally said. 'Why?' 'Maybe all the strings inside him broke,' she said.

As a child I was an inveterate liar. As opposed to now, I am a Novelist.

It hurts because it mattered.

I did some research on this a couple years ago," Augustus continued. "I was wondering if everybody could be remembered. Like, if we got organized, and assigned a certain number of corpses to each living person, would there be enough living people to remember all the dead people?" "And are there?" "Sure, anyone can name fourteen dead people. But we're disorganized mourners, so a lot of people end up remembering Shakespeare and no one ends up remembering the person he wrote Sonnet Fifty-five about

I stood under the awning for a moment, but finally I decided that being in a bad mood with your friends beats being in a bad mood without them.

I don't see any point in nihilism... just as I suppose the nihilist sees no point in everything else.

If I had cared about her as I should have, as I thought I did, how could I have let her go?