Boys Do Not Have The Monopoly In

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

I Do, Augustus. I Do.

There Comes A Time When We Realize That Our Parents Cannot Save Themselves Or Save Us, That Everyone Who Wades Through Time Eventually Gets Dragged Out To Sea By The Undertow- That, In Short, We Are All Going.

It Is Not My Fault That My Parents Own The World's Largest Collection Of Black Santas.

I Want To See You Again Tonight. But I'm Willing To Wait All Night And Much Of Tomorrow.