I am a giant squid of anger.

I'm in love with you," he said quietly. "Augustus," I said. "I am," he said. He was staring at me, and I could see the corners of his eyes crinkling. "I'm in love with you, and I'm not in the business of denying myself the simple pleasure of saying true things. I'm in love with you, and I know that love is just a shout into the void, and that oblivion is inevitable, and that we're all doomed and that there will come a day when all our labor has been returned to dust, and I know the sun will swallow the only earth we'll ever have, and I am in love with you.

It's not life or death, the labyrinth. Suffering. Doing wrong and having wrong things happen to you.

But before we can radically reshape the world, we need to shop.

When I look at my room, I see a girl who loves books.

Margo always loved mysteries. And in everything that came afterward, I could never stop thinking that maybe she loved mysteries so much that she became one.

You may choose your song, but know this: Tiny. Cooper. Hates. Over. The. Rainbow.