"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."
"So dawn goes down today... Nothing gold can stay.-- Robert Frost"
"You do not immortalize the lost by writing about them. Language buries, but does not resurrect."
"He flipped himself onto his side and kissed me. "You're so hot,"I said, my hand still on his leg. "I'm starting to think you have an amputee fetish,"he answered, still kissing me. I laughed."I have an Augustus Waters fetish,"I explained."
"The thing about dead people... The thing is you sound like a bastard if you don't romanticize them, but the truth is... complicated, I guess."
"I don't care if the New York Times writes an obituary for me. I just want you to write one. ... You say you're not special because the world doesn't know about you, but that's an insult to me. I know about you."