My name is Hazel. Augustus Waters was the great sat-crossed love of my life. Ours was an epic love story, and I won't be able to get more than a sentence into it without disappearing into a puddle of...
Maybe by imagining these futures we can make them real, and maybe not, but either way we must imagine them.
Keys show up when you reconcile yourself to the bus...
Jesus, I’m not going to be one of those people who sits around talking about what they’re gonna do. I’m just going to do it. Imagining the future is a kind of nostalgia. ... You spend your whole life...
I’m not up for laughing, but their laughter makes the room feel safer, so we begin to explore.
It's not about life or death, the labyrinth.
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.
In the ensuing silence, I have time to contemplate the word cute— how dismissive it is, how it’s the equivalent of calling someone little, how it makes a person into a baby, how the word is a neon sig...
If only I were as good at life as I am at the internet.
I would never slay the dragon, because the dragon was also me.
I would always love Alaska Young, my crooked neighbor, with all my crooked heart.
I will play out the string. I will not betray your trust. I will find you.
I was beginning to learn that your life is a story told about you, not one that you tell.
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 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 have an Augustus Waters fetish.
I hated talking, and I hated listening to everyone else stumble on their words and try to phrase things in the vaguest possible way so they wouldn’t sound dumb.
I hate the rich snots here with a fervent passion I usually reserve only for dental work and my father.
I don't think you're dying, I said. I think you've just got a touch of cancer.He smiled. Gallows humor.
I couldn’t help but think about school and everything else ending. I liked standing just outside the couches and watching them—it was a kind of sad I didn’t mind, and so I just listened, letting all t...