All those paper people living in their paper houses, burning the future to stay warm.

There is only one things in this world shittier than biting it from cancer when you're sixteen, and that's having a kid who bites it from cancer.

This is unbearable ... God. These books she'll never read. Her Life's Library.

But I had to kill you, because the only other possible ending was us doing it, which I wasn't really emotionally ready to write about at ten.' 'Fair enough,' I say. 'But in the revision, I want to get some action.

Well," Peter Van Houten said, extending his hand to me. "It is at any rate a pleasure to meet such ontologically improbable creatures." I shook his swollen hand, and then he shook hands with Augustus. I was wondering what ontologically meant. Regardless, I liked it. Augustus and I were together in the Improbable Creatures Club: us and duck-billed platypuses.

Like all sick children,' he answered dispassionately, 'you say you don't want pity, but your very existence depends upon it.

How will I ever get out of this labyrinth!" to a margin note written in her loop-heavy cursive: Straight & Fast.