“But that's a lie, and you know it.”

“You couldn't be more wrong," I said. "You are buying into the cross-stitched sentiments of your parents' throw pillows. You're arguing that the fragile, rare thing is beautiful simply because it is fragile and rare. But that's a lie, and you know it.""You're a hard person to comfort," Augustus said."Easy comfort isn't comforting," I said.”

“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.”

“You’re arguing that the fragile, rare thing is beautiful simply because it is fragile and rare. But that’s a lie, and you know it.”

“If the inevitably of human oblivion worries you, I encourage you to ignore it. God knows that's what everyone else does.”

“My heart is really pounding," I said."That's how you know you're having fun," Margo said.”

“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.”