“ Well, Peter Van Houten said, extending his hand to me. It is at any rate a pleasure to meet such ontologically improbable creatures. I shook his swollen hand, and then he shook hands with Augustus. I… John Green
“ She didn’t understand why it was happening, he said. I had to tell her she would die. Her social worker said I had to tell her. I had to tell her she would die, so I told her she was going to heaven.… John Green
“ Where is my chance to be somebody's Peter Van Houten?' He hit the steering wheel weakly, the car honking as he cried. He leaned his head back, looking up. 'I hate myself I hate myself I hate this I ha… John Green
