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.

She was not an adventure, she was not a fine and precious thing. She was a girl.

Being in a relationship, that's something you choose. Being friends, that's something you just are.

This was not a place you go to live. It was a place you go to die."- Paper Towns

I'm so proud of you that it makes me proud of me. I hope you know that.

I was born into Bolívar's labyrinth, and so I must believe in the hope of Rabelais' Great Perhaps.

You've got a lifetime to mull over the Buddhist understanding of interconnectedness." He spoke every sentence as if he'd written it down, memorized it, and was now reciting it. "But while you were looking out the window, you missed the chance to explore the equally interesting Buddhist belief in being present for every facet of your daily life, of being truly present. Be present in this class. And then, when it's over, be present out there," he said, nodding toward the lake and beyond.' ~Dr. Hyde, pg 50