- "Maybe all the strings inside him broke," she said. pg 8
- In my memory, it doesn't end. We just stay there, looking at each other, forever. pg 8
- There's nothing out here to be afraid of, not in this little city on this quiet night. pg 45
- "...I've lived here for eighteen years and I have never once in my life come across anyone who cares about anything that matters." pg 58
- I suppose I never found boredom very boring. pg 129
- I was struck by an awful thought, the kind that cannot be taken back once it escapes into the open air of consciousness: it seemed to me that this was not a place you go to live. It was a place you got to die. pg 139
- YOU WILL GO TO THE PAPER TOWNS AND YOU WILL NEVER COME BACK pg 149
- The town was paper, but the memories were not. pg 227
- "Nothing ever happens like you imagine it will," pg 299
- "But then again, if you don't imagine, nothing ever happens at all." pg 299
- This was the first time in my life that so many things would never happen again. pg 228
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