The weird thing about houses is that they almost always look like nothing is happening inside of them, even though they contain most of our lives. I wondered if that was sort of the point of architecture.

All representations of a thing are inherently abstract.

But once that string gets cut, kid, you can't uncut it. Do you get what I'm saying?

Love is tied to truth.

It is very sad to me that some people are so intent on leaving their mark on the world that they don’t care if that mark is a scar.

Pudge, my friend, we are indefuckingstructible.

“I thought we were in a church basement, but we are literally in the heart of Jesus.” “Someone should tell Jesus,” I said. “I mean, it's gotta be dangerous, storing children with cancer in your heart.” “I would tell Him myself.” Augustus said, “but unfortunately I am literally stuck inside of His heart, so He won't be able to hear me.”