It is easy to forget how full the world is of people, full to bursting, and each of them imaginable and consistently misimagined.
A paper town for a paper girl.
... she called it a paper town. Like, you know, everything so fake and flimsy.
You see how fake it all is. It's not even hard enough to be made out of plastic. It's a paper town.
He loved the scratching of pencil against paper when he was focused: it meant something was happening.
I've lived here for eighteen years and I have never once in my life come across anyone who cares about anything that matters.
Margo always loved mysteries. And in everything that came afterward, I could never stop thinking that maybe she loved mysteries so much that she became one.
I never liked writing concluding paragraphs to papers - where you repeat what you've already said with phrases like 'In summation', and 'To conclude'.
But before we can radically reshape the world, we need to shop.
This was not a place you go to live. It was a place you go to die."- Paper Towns
And I wanted to tell her that the pleasure for me wasn't planning or doing or leaving; the pleasure was in seeing our strings cross and separate and then come back together.
Tonight, darling, we are going to right a lot of wrongs.
We idealize them as gods or dismiss them as animals.
You will go to the paper towns and never come back.
All the things paper-thin and paper-frail, and all the people too.
It is so hard to leave-until you leave.
Every paper girl needs at least one string.
Maybe all the strings inside him broke.
I didn’t need you, you idiot. I picked you. And then you picked me back.
She loved mysteries so much that she became one.