They Belong To Their Readers Now, Which

When I Look At My Room, I See A Girl Who Loves Books.

Go Spit In The Face Of Our Inevitable Obsolescence And Finish Your @#$&ng Novel.

The Important Thing Is Not Whatever Nonsense The Voices Are Saying, But What The Voices Are Feeling.

Augustus Waters Died Eight Days After His Prefuneral, At Memorial, In The Icu, When The Cancer, Which Was Made Of Him, Finally Stopped His Heart, Which Was Also Made Of Him.

Not Following Her Is The Hardest Thing I've Ever Done.