Augustus Waters was the great star-crossed love of my life. Ours was an epic love story, and I won’t be able to get more than a sentence into it without disappearing into a puddle of tears. Gus knew. Gus knows. I will not tell you our love story, because—like all real love stories—it will die with us, as it should.

I'm a bad boyfriend. She's a bad girlfriend. We deserve each other.

I don't know why boys expect us to like boy movies. We don't expect them to like girl movies.

You are going to live a good and long life filled with great and terrible moments that you cannot even imagine yet.

When you say nasty things about people, you should never say the true ones, because you can't really fully and honestly take those back.

I tore open the closet door and began feverishly sorting through the shirts piled on the floor in the vain hope that inside that pile there might be some wondrously perfect shirt down there, a nice and tough but I'm also a surprisingly good listener with a true and abiding passion for cheers and those who lead them.

What happens in the band room stays in the band room.