And okay, fair enough, but there is this unwritten contract between author and reader and I think not ending your book kind of violates that contract.

And I wondered if hurdlers ever thought, you know, 'This would go faster if we just got rid of the hurdles.

One day, you’re 17 and you’re planning for someday. And then quietly, without you ever really noticing, someday is today. And then someday is yesterday. And this is your life.

I figured something out. The future is unpredictable.

I didn't know whether to trust Alaska, and I'd certainly had enough of her unpredictability - cold one day, sweet the next; irresistibly flirty one moment, resistibly obnoxious the next. I preferred the Colonel: At least when he was cranky, he had a reason.

Oh, my god," Augustus said. "i can't believe i have a crush on a girl with such cliché wishes." "i was thirteen," i said again, although of course i was only thinking "crush crush crush crush crush". I was flattered but changed the subject immediately.

there is no best and no worst, ...those judgments have no real meaning because there is only what is