The town was paper, but the memories were not.

“Interesting capitalization,“ I said.
“Yeah. I’m a big believer in random capitalization. The rules of capitalization are so unfair to the words in the middle.“
(p. 32)

„I always felt like you had to be important to have enemies. Example: Historically, Germany has had more enemies than Luxembourg. Margo Roth Spiegelman was Germany. And Great Britain. And the United States. And czarist Russia. Me, I’m Luxembourg. Just sitting around, tending sheep and jodeling.“

“I didn’t need you, you idiot. I picked you. And then you picked me back.“ Now she looked at me. “And that’s like a promise. At least for tonight. In sickness and in health. In good times and in bad. For richer, for poorer. Till dawn do us part.“

“Ninjas don’t splash other ninjas,“ Margo complained.
“The true ninja doesn’t make a splash at all,“ I said.

“Come on, Ben. I mean she’s just doing Margo stuff. Making stories. Rocking worlds.“
(p. 93)

“You know your problem, Quentin? You keep expecting people not to be themselves. I mean, I could hate you for being massively unpunctual and for never being interested in anything other than Margo Roth Spiegelman, and for, like never asking me how’s it going with my girlfriend – but I don’t give a shit, man, because you’re you. My parents have a shit ton of black Santas, but that’s okay. They’re them. I’m too obsessed with a reference Website to answer my phone sometimes when my friends call, or my girlfriend. That’s okay, too. That’s me. You like me anyway. And I like you. You’re funny, and you’re smart, and you may show up late, but you always show up eventually.“

„Margo knows the secret of leaving, the secret I have only now learned: leaving feels good and pure only when you leave something important, something that mattered to you. Pulling life out by the roots. But you can’t do that until your life has grown roots.“

„Maybe the sure knowledge that she is alive makes all that possible again – even if I never see proof of it. I can almost imagine a happiness without her, the ability to let her go, to feel our roots are connected even if I never see that leaf of grass again.“
(p. 274)

“That’s why I had to leave. As much as life can suck, it always beats the alternative.“

“I know what she’s talking about. The something deeper and more secret. It’s like cracks inside of you. Like there are these fault lines where things don’t meet up right.“

“Aren’t you worried about, like, forever?“
“Forever is composed of nows,“ she says.
(p. 296)

Paper Towns was written by John Green (Speak, 2009).