The Dead Are Visible Only In The

Augustus Waters Was The Great Star-crossed Love Of My Life. Ours Was An Epic Love Story, And I Won’t Be Able To Get More Than A Sentence Into It Without Disappearing Into A Puddle Of Tears. Gus Knew. Gus Knows. I Will Not Tell You Our Love Story, Because—like All Real Love Stories—it Will Die With Us, As It Should.

Beware Of That Monster Called 'self-loathing'.

But Even If We Survive The Collapse Of Our Sun, We Will Not Survive Forever.

By The Power Of The Superglue Beer Sword, I Designate You My Driver!

People Are Different When You Can Smell Them And Look Up Close, You Know?