I didn't even know what the feeling was, really, just that there was a lot of it.

I don't know why boys expect us to like boy movies. We don't expect them to like girl movies.

Walt Whitman is HOT! I mean, that guy could sound his barbaric yawps over the roofs of my world any time.

Here's my answer to the very real existential crisis that grips me midway through everything I've ever tried to do: I think stories help us fight the nihilistic urges that constantly threaten to consume us.

I am still bowled over by this great young adult novel by David Levithan called 'Every Day,' which is about a character with no gender or body who wakes up every day in the body of a different person. It's a really impressive execution of a really great premise.

Above us, the wind blew and the branching shadows rearranged themselves on our skin. Gus squeezed my hand. "It is a good life, Hazel Grace.

You never know. It's just. It's like. POOF. And you're gone.