When did we see each other face-to-face? Not until you saw into my cracks and I saw into yours. Before that, we were just looking at ideas of each other, like looking at your window shade but never seeing inside. But once the vessel cracks, the light can get in. The light can get out.

maybe she'd been scared of being paralyzed by fear again.

His every syllable flirted. Honestly, he kind of turned me on. I didn't even know that guys could turn me on-not, like, in real life

And okay, fair enough, but there is this unwritten contract between author and reader and I think not ending your book kind of violates that contract.

As I recall, you promised to CALL when you finished the book, not text.

I don't see any point in nihilism... just as I suppose the nihilist sees no point in everything else.

I want more numbers than I’m likely to get, and God, I want more numbers for Augustus Waters than he got. But, Gus, my love, I cannot tell you how thankful I am for our little infinity. I wouldn’t trade it for the world. You gave me a forever within the numbered days, and I’m grateful.