The kidnapping, the kiss. I brought him here, after all. I rescue him an pulled him into this new life, a life of freedom and feeling.

But how could anyone who's ever seen a summer - big explosion of green and skies lit up electric with splashy sunsets, a riot of flowers and wind that smells like honey - pick the snow?

Live free or die.

It's funny, isn't it? When you are young you just want to be old, and then later you wish you could go back to being a kid.

How can someone have the power to shatter you to dust--and also to make you feel so whole?

Fridays are the hardest in some ways: you’re so close to freedom.

Dystopian novels help people process their fears about what the future might look like; further, they usually show that there is always hope, even in the bleakest future.

And when it started to get dark you pointed to the sky, and told me there was a star for every thing you loved about me.

i think of all the thousands of billions of steps and missteps and chances and coincidences that have brought me here. Brought you here, and it feels like the biggest miracle in the world.

I love you. Remember. They cannot take it

I guess that’s just part of loving people: You have to give things up. Sometimes you even have to give them up.

Fiction should always steer clear of political considerations.

If a mark of affection can sometimes be taken for an insult, perhaps the gesture of love is not universal: it too must be translated from one language to another, must be learned.

It does not matter what you know about anything if you cannot communicate to your people. In that event, you are not even a failure. You're just not there.

Trust ivrybody-but cut th' cards.

If everyone has the same amount of time and yet some earn more than others, can we say then say that it's how we use our time that determines the money we make?

Celebrity: I picture myself as a marble bust with legs to run everywhere.

This was not a place you go to live. It was a place you go to die."- Paper Towns

A journey of a thousand leagues begins beneath one's feet.

I want a better world, but also a realistic world. We can only create a better world by becoming realistic.

Potentially, America is really the greatest, but it's not yet, I don't think. It's too much like an old-fashioned empire, waving the stick and dropping too many bombs on too many people.