You never know. It's just. It's like. POOF. And you're gone.

“A nonhot boy stares at you and it is, at best, awkward and, at worst, a form of…”

“And so much depends, I told Augustus, upon a blue sky cut open by the branches …”

“I think forever is an incorrect concept,” I answered.He smirked. “You’re an inc…”

“I love you present tense.”