Leaving feels good and pure only when you leave something important, something that mattered to you. Pulling life out by the roots. But you can't do that until your life has grown roots.

Come over here so I can examine your face with my hands and see deeper into your soul than a sighted person ever could.

It was kind of a beautiful day, finally real summer in Indianapolis, warm and humid - the kind of weather that reminds you after a long winter that while the world wasn't built for humans, we were built for the world.

Sometimes you lose a battle. But mischief always wins the war

Only now that I loved a grenade did I understand the foolishness of trying to save others from my own impending fragmentation: I couldn’t unlove Augustus Waters. And I didn’t want to.

When was the last good kiss you had?

it was not enough to be the last guy she kissed. i wanted to be the last one she loved.