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

The thought of you being removed from the rotation is not funny to me.

Hi, I’m at the Speedway at Eighty-sixth and Ditch, and I need an ambulance. The great love of my life has a malfunctioning G-tube.

Augustus Waters was sitting on the front step as we pulled into the driveway. He was holding a bouquet of bright orange tulips just beginning to bloom.

Idiotically, it occurred to me that my pink underwear didn’t match my purple bra, as if boys even notice such things.

When was the last good kiss you had?

If I could just stay alive for a week, I’d know the unwritten secrets of Anna’s mom and the Dutch Tulip Guy.

All efforts to save me from you will fail, he said

Ma’am,’ Augustus said, nodding toward her, ‘your daughter’s car has just been deservedly egged by a blind man. Please close the door and go back inside or we’ll be forced to call the police.’ After...

Ironic, isn’t it?

I nodded. I liked Augustus Waters. I really, really, really liked him. I liked the way his story ended with someone else. I liked his voice. I liked that he took existentially fraught free throws....

I’m just very, very fond of you.