Great news for someone is always bad news for someone else

You will go to the paper towns and never come back.

If people were like rain, I was like drizzle and she was a hurricane.

I'm really not up for answering any questions that start with how, when, where, why or what.

He lit a cigarette and handed it to me. I inhaled. Coughed. Wheezed. Gasped for breath. Coughed again. Considered vomiting. Grabbed the swinging bench, head spinning, and threw the cigarette to the ground and stomped on it, convinced my Great Perhaps did not involve cigarettes.

So often we try to make other people feel better by minimizing their pain, by telling them that it will get better (which it will) or that there are worse things in the world (which there are). But that's not what I actually needed. What I actually needed was for someone to tell me that it hurt because it mattered. I have found this very useful to think about over the years, and I find that it is a lot easier and more bearable to be sad when you aren't constantly berating yourself for being sad.

You realize that trying to keep your distance from me will not lessen my affection for you. All efforts to save me from you will fail.