Sometimes you lose a battle. But mischief always wins the war

She’s still taking on water.” A desert blessing, an ocean curse.What else? She is so beautiful. You don’t get tired of looking at her. You never worry if she is smarter than you: You know...

Incidentally, did you know that the whole eight glasses a day thing is complete bullshit and has no scientific basis? So many things are like that. Everyone just assumes they’re true, because people are basically...

We grow up. Planets like Tiny get new moons. Moons like me get new planets.

Augustus Waters was the Mayor of the Secret City of Cancervania, and he is not replaceable”, Isaac began.”Other people will be able to tell you funny stories about Gus, because he was a funny guy,...

…It sounded like a dragon breathing in time with me, like I had this pet dragon who was cuddled up next to me and cared enough about me to time his breaths to mine.

Maybe I was supposed to hate Caroline Mathers or something because she’d been with Augustus, but I didn’t. I couldn’t see her very clearly amid all the tributes, but there didn’t seem to be much...

‎These little contradictions are in all of us. They’re in me at least. And so I forgot that I had been awake for 30 hours and kept walking, grateful to be a little boat full...

We just did an awesome job of not dying.

Sorry,” I said to the Duke.”Eh, it’s not your fault. It’s Carla’s fault. You were turning the wheel. Carla just wasn’t listening. I knew I shouldn’t have loved her. She’s like all the others, Tobin;...

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

Love is keeping the promise anyway.

The only way out of the labyrinth of suffering is to forgive.

What the hell is instant? Nothing is instant. Instant rice takes five minutes, instant pudding an hour. I doubt that an instant of blinding pain feels particularly instantaneous.

Losing you’re co-remember meant losing the memory itself.

AHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!’ he screamed.’So that’s Sara,’ I said.’Yes.”She seems nice.

I’d pick you, I say. Fuck it, I do pick you. I want you to come over to my house in twenty years with your dud and your adopted kids and I want our fucking...

What?” I asked.”Nothing,” he said.”Why are you looking at me like that?”Augustus half smiled. “Because you’re beautiful. I enjoy looking at beautiful people, and I decided a while ago not to deny myself the simpler...

Books—they weren’t ladders out of the abyss, but they were companions.

The future lay before him, inevitable but invisible.

The pleasure of remembering had been taken from me, because there was no longer anyone to remember with. It felt like losing your co-rememberer meant losing the memory itself, as if the things we’d done...

He was gone and did not have time to tell him what I had just now realized: that I forgave him, and that she forgave us, and that we had to forgive to survive in...

… and it occurred to me that the voracious ambition of humans never sated by dreams coming true, because there is always the thought that everything might be done better and again.

I fell in love the way you fall asleep, slowly then all at once

I just want you to be happy. If that’s with me or with someone else or with nobody. I just want you to be happy.

We all want to do something to mitigate the pain of loss or to turn grief into something positive, to find a silver lining in the clouds. But I believe there is real value in...

When adults say, ‘Teenagers think they are invincible’ with that sly, stupid smile on their faces, they don’t know how right they are. We need never be hopeless, because we can never be irreparably broken....

That’s part of what I like about the book in some ways. It portrays death truthfully. You die in the middle of your life, in the middle of a sentence

I am a grenade,” I said again. “I just want to stay away from people and read books and think and be with you guys because there’s nothing I can do about hurting you: You’re...

The fundamental mistake I had always made – and that she had, in fairness, always led me to make – was this: Margo was not a miracle. She was not an adventure. She was not...

how will we ever get out, straight and fast, of this labyrinth of suffering?

there’s some people in this world who you can just love and love and love no matter what.

Te pasas toda la vida atorado en el laberinto, pensando en cómo vas a escapar de ahí un día y que fabuloso será; imaginar ese futuro te mantiene con vida, pero nunca te escapas. Sólo...

Indiana,’ he said. ‘They steal the land from the Indians and leave the name, yes?

—¡Dios mío!, no quiero ser de esas personas que se sientan y hablan de lo que van a hacer. Simplemente voy a hacerlo. Imaginar el futuro es una especie de nostalgia.—,Qué? —pregunté.—Te pasas toda la...

I couldn’t help but think about school and everything else ending. I liked standing just outside the couches and watching them—it was a kind of sad I didn’t mind, and so I just listened, letting...

His problems are so huge that your problems can just hide behind them.

How will I ever get out of this labyrinth!” to a margin note written in her loop-heavy cursive: Straight & Fast.

Look, let me just say it: He was hot. A nonhot boy stares at you relentlessly and it is, at best, awkward and, at worst, a form of assault. But a hot boy . ....

Do you know what your problem is? You can’t live with the idea that someone might leave.

You can’t just make yourself matter and then die, Alaska, because now I am irretrievably different, and I’m sorry I let you go, yes, but you made the choice. You left me Perhapsless, stuck in...

She’s cute, I thought, but you don’t need to like a girl who treats you like you’re ten: You’ve already got a mom.

And then the line was quite but not dead. I almost felt like he was there in my room with me, but in a way it was better, like I was not in my room...

There will come a time,” I said, ”when all of us are dead. All of us. There will come a time when there are no human beings remaining to remember that anyone ever existed or...

Her underwear, her jeans, the comforter, my corduroys and my boxers between us, I thought. Five layers, and yet I felt it, the nervous warmth of touching – a pale reflection of the fireworks of...

We don’t suffer from a shortage of metaphors, is what I mean. But you have to be careful which metaphor you choose, because it matters.

I realize that they giggle and I actually laugh, that they show their cleavage and I have none to show, but just so you know, I am also a girl. I’m one of the three...

Grief does not change you it reveals you, Hazel.

You realise that trying to keep your distance from me will not lessen my affection for you,” he said.

I called Isaac, who cursed life and the universe and God Himself and who said where are the goddamned trophies to break when you need them, and then I realized there was no one else...