Babies are made through an act that you will eventually find intriguing but for right now will just sort of horrify you, and also sometimes people do stuff that involves baby-making parts that does not actually involve making babies, like for instance kiss each other in places that are not on the face.

I really like umbrellas. It's like, I have a roof! I carry it with me! Umbrellas always amuse me.

Sometimes, you read a book and it fills you with this weird evangelical zeal, and you become convinced that the shattered world will never be put back together unless and until all living humans read the book.

Maybe life is not about accomplishing some bullshit markers.

Right, well, he'd been sick for a while and his nurse said to him, 'You seem to be feeling better this morning,' and Isben looked at her and said, 'On the contrary,' and then he died.

This was not a place you go to live. It was a place you go to die."- Paper Towns

All salvation is temporary