Stop thinking about the landing, because it's all about falling.

I've lived here for eighteen years and I have never once in my life come across anyone who cares about anything that matters.

The Venn Diagram of boys who don’t like smart girls and boys you don’t wanna date is a circle.

...But there's always suffering, Pudge. Homework or malaria or having a boyfriend who lives far away when there's a good-looking boy lying next to you. Suffering is universal. It's the one thing Buddhists, Christians, and Muslims are all worried about.

I knew that I would know more dead people. The bodies pile up. Could there be a space in my memory for each of them, or would I forget a little of Alaska every day for the rest of my life?

Congratulations! You're a woman. Now die.

Nothing was happening, really, but the moment was thick with mattering