Oh, I wouldn't mind, Hazel Grace. It would be a privilege to have my heart broken by you.

"And we'll call you... hmmm. Pudge." "Huh?" "Pudge," the Colonel said. "Because you're skinny. It's called irony, Pudge. Heard of it? Now, let's go get some cigarettes and start this year off right."

He liked the idea of coffee quite a lot—a warm drink that gave you energy and had been for centuries associated with sophisticates and intellectuals. But coffee itself tasted to him like caffeinated stomach bile.

Is that what relationships become? A reduced version of the hurt, nothing else let in. It was more than that. I know it was more than that.

The risen sun too bright in her losing eyes.

The miracle and hope of human consciousness is that we can still conceive of boundlessness.

I'm a big believer in pairing classics with contemporary literature, so students have the opportunity to see that literature is not a cold, dead thing that happened once but instead a vibrant mode of storytelling that's been with us a long time - and will be with us, I hope, for a long time to come.