And on some level it walways felt like kids paying at being grown

Some tourists think Amsterdam is a city of sin, but in truth it is a city of freedom. And in freedom, most people find sin.

I liked that he was a tenured professor in the Department of Slightly Crooked Smiles with a dual appointments in the Department of Having a Voice that Made My Skin Feel More Like Skin.

Oh, I wouldn't mind, Hazel Grace. It would be a privilege to have my heart broken by you.

I'll fight it. I'll fight it for you. Don't you worry about me, Hazel Grace. I'm okay. I'll find a way to hang around and annoy you for a long time.

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

You are so busy being YOU that you have no idea how utterly unprecedented you are.

No matter how hard you kick, no matter how high you get, you can't go all the way around.

It's not life or death, the labyrinth. Suffering. Doing wrong and having wrong things happen to you.

That's the thing about pain, it demands to be felt.

You don't get to choose if you get hurt in this world...but you do have some say in who hurts you. I like my choices.

I learned a little of beauty-- enough to know that it had nothing to do with truth...

... an artist is a person first. He is an individual. If there is no person, there is no artist.

I guess I was sad that love was not real? Or not all that real, anyway? I guess I was sad that love could feel so real and the next minute be gone, and all because of something Abnesti was doing.

Well, I've kept you waiting long enough, " he said, peering at me from that distance which drinking adds between people and which, at odd turns in the evening, seems closeness itself.

And she thought what a clean, simple life she would have led if it weren't for love.

Sometimes during a relationship, a friendship, a friend's gonna have to prove they're your friend, and you're gonna have to prove you're their friend.

We store in memory only images of value. The value may be lost over the passage of time, but that's the implacable judgment of feeling.

The little boy inside me was screaming 'Manchester United'. United breathes football... the perfect match for me.

It is better to live poorly upon the fruits of God's goodness than live plentifully upon the products of our own sin.

I think that nowadays there are more images in the world than world to be in the pictures.