I didn't know what to say to her - I was caught in a love triangle with one dead side.

I just want to do something that matters. Or be something that matters. I just want to matter.

People are supposed to care. It's good that people mean something to you, that you miss people when they're gone.

You couldn't be more wrong," I said. "You are buying into the cross-stitched sentiments of your parents' throw pillows. You're arguing that the fragile, rare thing is beautiful simply because it is fragile and rare. But that's a lie, and you know it." "You're a hard person to comfort," Augustus said. "Easy comfort isn't comforting," I said.

If you don’t know about Tumblr then you are not supposed to know about Tumblr. It’s like fight club.

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.

Amsterdam is like the rings of a tree: It gets older as you get closer to the center.