Ma'am, Augustus said, nodding toward her, Your daughter's car has just been deservingly egged by a blind man. Please close the door and go back inside or we'll be forced to call the police.
Like all sick children, he answered dispassionately, you say you don't want pity, but your very existence depends upon it.
Let's make a deal: You figure out what the labyrinth is and how to get out of it, and i'll get you laid. -Alaska Young
I’m not up for laughing, but their laughter makes the room feel safer, so we begin to explore.
It's almost as if the way you imagine my dead self says more about you than it says about either the person I was or the whatever I am now.
It was nice - in the dark and the quiet... and her eyes looking back, like there was something in me worth seeing.
Imagine taking that last drive to the hospital, I said quietly. The last time you'll ever drive a car.Without looking over at me, Augustus said, You're killing my vibe here, Hazel Grace. I'm trying to...
Imagine others complexly.
If people were like rain, I was like drizzle and she was a hurricane.
If I had cared about her as I should have, as I thought I did, how could I have let her go?
I would always love Alaska Young, my crooked neighbor, with all my crooked heart.
I think maybe the reason I have spent most of my life being afraid is that I have been trying to prepare myself to train my body for real fear when it comes. But I am not prepared.
I think maybe I know why,' she finally said.'Why?''Maybe all the strings inside him broke,' she said.
I still think that maybe the afterlife is just something we made up to ease the pain of loss, to make our time in the labyrinth bearable. Maybe we are just matter, and matter gets recycled
I responded to this development with the kind of sophisticated language for which I am famous. Crap crap crap crap crap crap crap stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid crap.
I missed everybody. To be alive is to be missing.
I make a gesture that is intended to convey, Hey, no hurry, talk as long as you'd like, and probably actually conveys, Hey, look at me! I have spastic hands.
I jog through the halls and then go upstairs to Jane’s locker and carefully slip the note I wrote last night through the vent:To: The Locker HoudiniFrom: Will GraysonRe: An Expert in the Field of Good...
I hadn’t been in proper school in three years. My parents were my two best friends. My third best friend was an author who did not know I existed.
I get it now. I get it. The things you hope for the most are the things that destroy you in the end.