So it’s your death suit.” “Correct. Don’t you have a death outfit?” “Yeah,” I said. “It’s a dress I bought for my fifteenth birthday party. But I don’t wear it on dates.” His eyes lit up. “We’re on a date?” he asked. I looked down, feeling bashful. “Don’t push it.

Observation: It would be awesome to fly in a superfast airplane that could chase the sunrise around the world for a while.

I know so many last words. But I will never know hers.

See, popularity is complicated. You have to spend a lot of time thinking about liking; you have to really like being liked, and also sort like being disliked.

My regret was immediate and permanent and useless.

I'm not asexual. I'm arelationshipal.

He specialized in the murder of dreams, Hazel Grace.