Hazel GRACE!” he shouted. “You did not use your one dying Wish to go to Disney World with your parents.” “Also Epcot Center,” I mumbled. “Oh, my God,” Augustus said. “I can’t believe I have a crush on a girl with such cliché wishes.

Language buries, but does not resurrect.

You will go to the paper towns and never come back.

Isn't it also that on some fundamental level we find it difficult to understand that other people are human beings in the same way that we are? We idealize them as gods or dismiss them as animals.

... I didn't know whether to feel angry at her for making me part of her suicide or just to feel angry at myself for letting her go.

The future will erase everything--there's no level of fame or genius that allows you to transcend oblivion. The infinite future makes that kind of mattering impossible.

He called out to his fellow monks,'Come quickly I am tasting stars.