The Town Was Paper, But The Memories

I Could Be Worse, You Know." "how?" I Asked, Teasing. "i Mean, I Have A Work Of Calligraphy Over My Toilet That Reads, 'bathe Yourself In The Comfort Of God's Words,' Hazel. I Could Be Way Worse." "sounds Unsanitary," I Said.

He Specialized In The Murder Of Dreams, Hazel Grace.

I Think Inspiration Is Always Around; It's Just A Question Of Whether Or Not You're Noticing It.

Nothing Really Ever Happens Like You Imagine It Will.

I Ran Like A Cheetah - Well, Like A Cheetah That Smoked Too Much.