I learned that myth doesn’t mean a lie; it means a traditional story that tells you something about people and their worldview and what they hold sacred. Interesting.

She has enough black eyeliner on to outline a corpse, and her skin's so pale she looks like she's just broken dawn.

The missing piece in his stomach hurt so much-and eventually he stopped thinking about the Theorem and wondered only how something that isn't there can hurt you.

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.

Colder by the hour, more dead with every breath.

He flipped himself onto his side and kissed me. "You're so hot," I said, my hand still on his leg. "I'm starting to think you have an amputee fetish," he answered, still kissing me. I laughed. "I have an Augustus Waters fetish," I explained.

There's some people in this world who you can just love and love and love no matter what.