Maybe we're grass—our roots so interdependent that no one is dead as long as someone is still alive.

In the darkest days, the Lord puts the best people into your life." (p. 28)

But it was only hot outside, and generally I only walked outside between one air-conditioned place to another.

my lungs sucked at being lungs.

Radar threw his books into his locker and shut it. Then the din of conversation around us quieted just a bit as he turned his eyes toward the heavens and shouted, "IT IS NOT MY FAULT THAT MY PARENTS OWN THE WORLD'S LARGEST COLLECTION OF BLACK SANTAS.

Because it's kind of great, being an idea that everybody likes. But I could never be the idea to myself, not all the way. And Agloe is a place where a paper creation became real. A dot on the map became a real place, more real than the people who created the dot could never have imagined. I thought maybe the paper cutout of a girl could start becoming real here also. And it seemed like a way to tell that paper girl who cared about popularity and clothes and everything else: 'You are going to the paper towns. And you are never coming back.

So I wasn't lying, exactly. I was just choosing among truths.