Some infinites are longer than other infinites

Love”I’m in love with you,” he said quietly.”Augustus,”I said.”I am,” he said. He was staring at me, and I could see the corners of his eyes crinkling. “I’m in love with you, and I’m not...

Is it still cool to go to the mall?’ she asked. ‘I take quite a lot of pride in not knowing what’s cool,’ I answered.

There’s no way of knowing that your last good day is Your Last Good Day. At the time, it is just another good day.

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

I’m on a rollercoaster that only goes up

It´s a metaphor: you see, you put the killing thing right between your teeth,you just don’t give it the power to do it’s killing.

Headline?” he asked.”‘Swing Set Needs Home,'” I said.”‘Desperately Lonely Swing Set Needs Loving Home,'” he said.”‘Lonely, Vaguely Pedophilic Swing Set Seeks the Butts of Children,'” I said.

But it is the nature of stars to cross, and never was Shakespeare more wrong than when he has Cassius note, ‘The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars / But in ourselves.

Gives you an idea how I feel about you,” he said.My old man. He always knew just what to say.

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...

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...

…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.

I felt bashful, like I had when I’d first told him of An Imperial Affliction. “Um, okay. Okay. ‘Let us go, trough certain half-deserted streets,/ The muttering retreats/ Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels/...

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

The food was so good that with each passing course, our conversation devolved further into fragmented celebrations of its deliciousness:’I want this dragon carrot risotto to become a person so I can take it to...

It’s hard as hell to hold on to your dignity when the risen sun is too bright in your losing eyes

…iubirea mea, nu-ți pot spune c t de recunoscătoare sunt pentru mica noastră infinitate. N-aș schimba-o pentru nimic în lume. Tu mi-ai oferit o veșnicie în interiorul zilelor numărate și pentru asta îți sunt recunoscătoare.

Sure, anyone can name fourteen dead people. But we’re disorganized mourners, so a lot of people end up remembering Shakespeare, and no one ends up remembering the person he wrote Sonnet Fifty-five about.

I fell in love like you would fall asleep: slowly and then all at once.

I kind of conned you into believing you were falling in love with a healthy person.

As he read, I feel in love the way you fall asleep: slow, and then all at once.

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.

Some infinities are bigger than other infinities.

We’re as likely to hurt the universe as we are to help it, and we’re not likely to do either.

Even though I was in bed and he was in his basement, it really felt like we were back in that uncreated third space, which was a place I really liked visiting with him.

…there are books…which you can’t tell people about, books so special and rare and yours that advertising your affection feels like a betrayal.

I am in the midst of a soliloquy! I wrote this out and memorized it and if you interrupt me I will completely screw it up,’ Augustus interrupted. ‘Please to be eating your sandwich and...

I want to minimize the deaths I am responsible for.

I did some research on this a couple years ago,” Augustus continued. “I was wondering if everybody could be remembered. Like, if we got organized, and assigned a certain number of corpses to each living...

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.

Maybe ‘Okay’ will be our ‘always’…

I wanted to know that he would be okay if I died. I wanted to not be a grenade, to not be a malevolent force in the lives of people I loved.

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...

.. the smell of canals and cigarette smoke, all the people sitting outside the cafés drinking beer, saying their r’s and g’s in a way I’d never learn. I missed the future. Obviously I knew...

I fear oblivion. I fear it like the proverbial blind man who’s afraid of the dark.

—,Qué más? Ella es tan hermosa. No te cansas de verla. Nunca te preocupas si es más inteligente que tú: sabes que lo es. Es graciosa sin querer serlo. La amo. Soy tan afortunado de...

Her primary reason for living and my primary reason for living were awfully entangled.

This is it. I can’t even not smoke anymore

I won’t be a mother anymore.” The truth is, after Hazel dies (assuming she dies), her mom will still be her mom, just as my grandmother is still my grandmother even though she has died....

That’s why I like you. Do you realize how rare it is to come across a hot girl who creates a adjectival version of the word pedophile? You are so busy being you that you...

I had to tell her she would die. Her social worker said I had to tell her. I had to tell her she would die, so I told her she was going to heaven. She...

But alas, the world is not a wish-granting factory.

Observation: It would be awesome to fly in a superfast airplane that could chase the sunrise around the world for a while.

Thank you for wearing that dress which is like whoa.

I’m a roller coaster that only foes up.

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...

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

What I love about the sculpture is that it makes the bones that we are always walking and playing on manifest, like in a world that so often denies the reality of death and the...

Thank you for explaining that my eye cancer isn’t going to make me deaf. I feel so fortunate that an intellectual giant like yourself would deign to operate on me.