Augustus Waters died eight days after his prefuneral, at Memorial, in the ICU, when the cancer, which was made of him, finally stopped his heart, which was also made of him.

Love is tied to truth.

We just did an awesome job of not dying.

You matter as much as the things that matter to you. And I got so backwards trying to matter to him. All this time, there were real things to care about: real, good people who care about me, and this place. It's so easy to get stuck. You just get caught in being something, being special or cool or whatever, to the point where you don't even know why you need it; you just think you do.

You're awfully philosophical for a girl that just got busted.

I think that it's a universal urge to have our pain not be felt alone and to have our joys not be felt alone.

I try to live life so that I can live with myself.