That Smile Could End Wars And Cure

But You Want To See Shapes; You Want To See Stories, So You Pick Them Out Of The Sky.

This Was Not A Place You Go To Live. It Was A Place You Go To Die."- Paper Towns

I Choose The Labyrinth.

I'd Had Nearly Four Years Of Experience Looking At These Clocks, But Their Sluggishness Never Ceased To Surprise. If I Am Ever Told That I Have One Day To Live, I Will Head Straight To The Hallowed Halls Of Winter Park High School, Where A Day Has Been Known To Last A Thousand Years.

"and We'll Call You... Hmmm. Pudge." "huh?" "pudge," The Colonel Said. "because You're Skinny. It's Called Irony, Pudge. Heard Of It? Now, Let's Go Get Some Cigarettes And Start This Year Off Right."