You see how fake it all is. It's not even hard enough to be made out of plastic. It's a paper town.

Because it's kind of great, being an idea that everybody likes. But I could never be the idea to myself, not all the way. And Agloe is a place where a paper creation became real. A dot on the map became a real place, more real than the people who created the dot could never have imagined. I thought maybe the paper cutout of a girl could start becoming real here also. And it seemed like a way to tell that paper girl who cared about popularity and clothes and everything else: 'You are going to the paper towns. And you are never coming back.

I looked down and thought about how I was made of paper. I was the flimsy-foldable person, not everyone else.

She loves mysteries that she became one.

Maybe all the strings inside him broke.

Do you guys remember that one time, in the minivan, twenty minutes ago, that we somehow didn't die?