If people could see me the way I see myself - if they could live in my memories - would anyone love me?

I worked hard to meet his eyes, even though they were the kind of pretty that's hard to look at.

I can't imagine us saying these things to each other out loud. But even if I can't imagine hearing these words, I can imagine living them. I don't even picture it. Instead I'm in it. How I would feel with him here. That peace. It would be so happy, and it makes me sad because it only exists in words.

Videogame players essentially choose whether to win the game or to die heroically. There's a certain glory in both.

He specialized in the murder of dreams, Hazel Grace.

Need is never a good basis for any relationship.

I'm not from Indianapolis, but I like living in Indianapolis. If I were to explain it, I'd tell someone to imagine a city that perfectly captures the best and the worst of America. Imagine the truly American city, because that's what it is.