I’m just scared of ghosts, Pudge. And home is full of them.

Well, while you were in the bathroom, I sat down at this picnic table here in Bumblefug, Kentucky, and noticed that someone had carved that GOD HATES FAG, which, aside from being a grammatical nightmare,...

I liked being a person. I wanted to keep at it.

I went on spouting bullshit Encouragements as Gus’s parents, arm in arm, hugged each other and nodded at every word. Funerals, I had decided, are for the living.

I mean, we’re ninjas.””Well maybe you’re a ninja,” I said”You’re just a really loud, awkward ninja,” Margo said, “but we are both ninjas.

I enjoy looking at beautiful people, and I decided a while ago not to deny myself the simpler pleasures of existence.

. . . we had to forgive to survive in the labyrinth. There were so many of us who would have to live with things done and things left undone that day. Things that did...

… because Mr. Applebaum, who is ostensibly teaching us precalculus but is mostly teaching me that pain and suffering must be endured stoically, says, “You feel what, Tiny?”.

I liked reading biographies of writers, even if (as was the case with Monsieur Rabelais)I’d never read any of their actual writing. I flipped to the back and found the highlighted quote (“NEVER USE A...

Quoi qu’on lise sur le cancer (brochures, sites Internet ou autres), on trouvera toujours la dépression parmi les effets secondaires. Pourtant, le dépression n’est pas un effet secondaire du cancer. C’est mourir qui provoque la...

I lay down and started to feel a little depressed about prom. I refused to feel any kind of sadness over the fact that I wasn’t going to prom, but I had – stupidly, embarrassingly...

but there was nothing I could do to dim the supernovae exploding inside my brain, an endless chain of intra cranial firecrackers

You are a side effect,” Van Houten continued, “of an evolutionary process that cares little for individual lives. You are a failed experiment in mutation.

While the world wasn’t build for the humans, we were built for the world

You used,” he said, and then took a sharp breath, “to call me Augustus.

Right, except I’m not going to lie to my mom, because what kind of bastard lies to his own mother?

Thomas Edison’s last words were ‘It’s very beautiful over there’. I don’t know where there is, but I believe it’s somewhere, and I hope it’s beautiful.

But I believe in true love, you know? I don’t believe that everybody gets to keep their eyes or not get sick or whatever, but everybody should have true love, and it should last at...

It’s just that I learned a while ago that the best way to get people to like you is not to like them too much.

I’m on a rollercoaster that only goes up

Oh my god, I am a banana.

Algunas veces lees un libro, sientes un extraño afán evangelizador y estás convencido de que este desastrado mundo no se recuperará hasta que todos los seres humanos lo lean. Luego están los libros de los...

I would believe; you would believe; he or she would believe.

Don’t tell me you’re one of those people who becomes their disease. I know so many people like that. It’s disheartening. Like, cancer is in the growth business, right? The taking-people-over business. But surely you...

That doesn’t sound like my Margo”, she said, and I thought of my Margo, and all of us looking at her reflection in different funhouse mirrors.

The afternoon light brightening the green in her eyes, her tan skin the last memory of fall

I wasn’t disappointed. My expectations had been met.

I feel like how you matter is defined by the things that matter to you. You matter as much as the things that matter to you do. And I got so backwards, trying to make...

Nothing ever happens like you imagine it will

But I was not in the band, because I suffer from the kind of tone deafness that is generally associated with actual deafness

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

I was caught in a love triangle with one dead side.

I’m telling you, Augustus Waters talked so much that he’d interrupt you at his own funeral.

There is always the risk: something is good and good and good and good, and then all at once it gets awkward. All at once, she sees you looking at her, and then she doesn’t...

Reading with an eye towards metaphor allows us to become the person we’re reading about, while reading about them. That’s why there is symbols in books and why your English teacher deserves your attention. Ultimately,...

You know your problem, Quentin? You keep expecting people not to be themselves.

Words are not static.Language shape our memories, and it is also shaped by our memories.

You get all these friends when just when you don’t need friends anymore.

We have a bad habit of seeing books as sort of cheaply made movies where the words do nothing but create visual narratives in our heads.So too often what passes for literary criticism is “I...

We bring the fucking rain Q, not the scattered showers.

The town was paper, but the memories were not.

It’s hard as hell to hold onto your dignity when the risen sun is too bright in your losing eyes, and that’s what I was thinking about as we hunted for bad guys through the...

She’d obviously read the book many times before, and so she read flawlessly and confidently, and I could hear her smile in the reading of it, and the sound of that smile made me think...

Hey, I notice you look like you’re coming down off a meth binge and smell vaguely of algae. Were you perchance dancing with a snakebit Margo Roth Spiegelman a couple of hours ago?

What is an “instant” death anyway? How long is an instant? Is it one second? Ten? The pain of those seconds must have been awful as her heart burst and her lungs collapsed and there...

I believe humans have souls, and I believe in the conservation of souls.

What’s the point in being alive if you don’t at least try to do something remarkable? How very odd, to believe God gave you life, and yet not think that life asks more of you...

When was the last good kiss you had?

Sin dolor, no podriamos conocer la alegria

I feel like, like, how you matter is defined by the things that matter to you. You matter as much as the things that matter to you do. And I got so backwards, trying to...