Take a picture of this so Isaac can see it when they invent robot eyes.
I'd rather wonder than get answers I couldn't live with.
People are such idiots. As if there's something wrong with being in love.
Beware of that monster called 'self-loathing'.
But I will say this: When the scientists of the future show up at my house with robot eyes and they tell me to try them on, I will tell the scientists to screw off, because I do not want to see a world without him.
And so much depends, I told Augustus, upon a blue sky cut open by the branches of the trees above. So much depends upon the transparent G-tube erupting from the gut of the blue-lipped boy. So much depends upon the observer of the universe.