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

Francois Rabelais. He was a poet. And his last words were "I go to seek a Great Perhaps." That's why I'm going. So I don't have to wait until I die to start seeking a Great Perhaps.

That's the mystery, isn't it? Is the labyrinth living or dying? Which is he trying to escape---the world or the end of it?

Sometimes you lose a battle. But mischief always wins the war

This is what I love about novels - both reading them and writing them. They jump into the abyss to be with you where you are.

We acknowledge that being the person God made you cannot separate you from God's love.

There is always the risk: something is good and good and good and good, then all at once it gets awkward.