As long as we don't die, this is gonna be one hell of a stor... - John Green, Paper Towns

"When did we see each other face-to-face? Not until you saw into my cracks and I saw into yours. Before that, we were just looking at ideas of each other, like looking at your window shade but never seeing inside. But once the vessel cracks, the light can get in. The light can get out."

"What about the rest of your life?"She shrugged. "What about it?""Aren't you worried about, like, forever?""Forever is composed of nows,"she says."

"Poetry is just so emo."he said. "Oh, the pain. The pain. It always rains. In my soul."

"You know your problem, Quentin? You keep expecting people not to be themselves."

"It is easy to forget how full the world is of people, full to bursting, and each of them imaginable and consistently misimagined."