Books Are Like Tweets, Except Longer.

All The Things Paper-thin And Paper-frail, And All The People Too.

Truth Defies Simplicity.

You Used," He Said, And Then Took A Sharp Breath, "to Call Me Augustus.

Like The Way The Sun Is Right Now, With The Long Shadows, And That Kind Of Bright, Soft Light You Get When The Sun Isn't Quite Setting? That's The Light That Makes Everything Better, Everything Prettier, And Today, Everything Just Seemed To Be In That Light.

You Are So Busy Being You That You Have No Idea How Utterly Unprecedented You Are.