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“There are infinite numbers between 0 and 1. There's .1 and .12 and .112 and an infinite collection of others. Of course, there is a bigger infinite set of numbers between 0 and 2, or between 0 and a million. Some infinities are bigger than other infinities. A writer we used to like taught us that. There are days, many of them, when I resent the size of my unbounded set. I want more numbers than I'm likely to get, and God, I want more numbers for Augustus Waters than he got. But, Gus, my love, I cannot tell you how thankful I am for our little infinity. I wouldn't trade it for the world. You gave me a forever within the numbered days, and I'm grateful.”
― John Green, The Fault in Our Stars

“...crackers..." a voice breathed out nehind us, "yesss..."
Both of us turned, watching as Chubs twisted around in his seat and settled back down, still fast asleep.
I pressed a hand over my mouth to keep from laughing. Liam rolled his eyes, smiling.
"He dreams about food," he said. "A lot.”
― Alexandra Bracken, The Darkest Minds

“Gus: "It tastes like..."
Me: "Food."
Gus: "Yes, precisely. It tastes like food, excellently prepared. But it does not taste, how do I put this delicately...?"
Me: "It does not taste like God Himself cooked heaven into a series of five dishes which were then served to you accompanied by several luminous balls of fermented, bubbly plasma while actual and literal flower petals floated down around your canal-side dinner table."
Gus: "Nicely phrased."
Gus's father: "Our children are weird."
My dad: "Nicely phrased.”
― John Green, The Fault in Our Stars

“Please,â€� Shallan said to the sphere. “I need you to become fire.â€�
Pattern buzzed, speaking with a new voice, interpreting the sphere’s words. “I am a stick,� he said. He sounded satisfied.
“You could be fire,� Shallan said.
“I am a stick.�
The stick was not particularly eloquent. She supposed that she shouldn’t be surprised.
“Why don’t you become fire instead?�
“I am a stick.�
“How do I make it change?� Shallan asked of Pattern.
“Mm . . . I do not know. You must persuade it. Offer it truths, I think?� He sounded agitated. “This place is dangerous for you. For us. Please. Speed.�
She looked back at the stick.
“You want to burn.�
“I am a stick.�
“Think how much fun it would be?�
“I am a stick.�
“Stormlight,� Shallan said. “You could have it! All that I’m holding.�
A pause. Finally, “I am a stick.�
“Sticks need Stormlight. For . . . things . . .� Shallan blinked away tears of fatigue.
“I am—�
“—a stick,â€� Shallan said.”
― Brandon Sanderson, Words of Radiance