Celia: [wearing a cone after being treated by the CDA] Last night was one of the worst nights of my entire life, bar none! [the snakes on her hair, also wearing cones, pop out to hiss at Mike] Celia: I thought you cared about me. Mike: Honey, please....
[Tre answers the phone] Tre Styles: Who dis? Reva Deveraux: Who dis? What kind of way is that to answer the phone? Have you given anymore thought to what we talked about? Tre Styles: Yeah... I don't know yet. Reva Deveraux: Let me speak to yo daddy. ...
We pretended to be of mud instead of stars. We pretended not to fly.
I looked at what he built, and to me it explained the stars.
Could we wear spandex and blow things up?
What's past is prologue, and the world awaits.
...I remember your profile in darkness outlined by stars ...
the world wasn't made for us, we were made for the world
That's the thing about pain, it demands to be felt.
I liked being a person. I wanted to keep at it.
Worry is yet another side effect of dying.
The marks we leave are too often scars.
Everyone wants to leave an extraordinary life.
He specialized in the murder of dreams, Hazel Grace...
The thought of you being removed from the rotation is not funny to me.
for the Law, as we know, will befriend whomever pays it.
...you take your humor where you can get it.
If you want the rainbow, you have to deal with the rain.
I lit up like a Christmas tree-Augustus Waters
We live in a universe devoted to the creation, and eradication, of awareness.
The sun was a toddler insistently refusing to go to bed.
