And then the line was quite but not dead. I almost felt like he was there in my room with me, but in a way it was better, like I was not in my room and he was not in his, but instead we were together...
You will not kill my girlfriend today, International Terrorists of Ambiguous Nationality!
Sometimes, you read a book and it fills you with this weird evangelical zeal, and you become convinced that the shattered world will never be put back together unless and until all living humans read...
I'm on a roller coaster that only goes up, he said. And it is my privilege and my responsibility to ride all the way up with you, I said.
Caroline was always moody and miserable, but I liked it. I liked feeling as if she had chosen me as the only person in the world not to hate, and so we spent all this time together just ragging on eve...
We all miss you so much. It just never ends. It feels like we were all wounded in your battle, Caroline. I miss you. I love you.
Girls think they’re only allowed to wear dresses on formal occasions, but I like a woman who says, you know, I’m going over to see a boy who is having a nervous breakdown, a boy whose connection to th...
As the tide washed in, the Dutch Tulip Man faced the Ocean:Conjoiner rejoinder poisoner concealer revelator. Look at it, rising up and rising down, taking everything with it.What’s that? Anna asked.Wa...
Thank you for explaining that my eye cancer isn't going to make me deaf. I feel so fortunate that an intellectual giant like yourself would deign to operate on me.
Her primary reason for living and my primary reason for living were awfully entangled.
The whole thing was the precise opposite of what I figured it would be: slow and patient and quiet and neither particularly painful nor particularly ecstatic
It's a metaphor, see: You put the killing thing right between your teeth, but you don't give it the power to do its killing.
But it is the nature of stars to cross, and never was Shakespeare more wrong than when he has Cassius note, ‘The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars / But in ourselves.
Also, it was a bit hopeless, he said. A bit defeatist.If by defeatist you mean honest, then I agree.I don't think defeatism is honest, Dad answered. I refuse to accept that.
Finally, I decided that the proper strategy was to stare back. Boys do not have a monopoly on the Staring Business, after all. So I looked him over as Patrick acknowledged for the thousandth time his...
All salvation is temporary, Augustus shot back. I bought them a minute. Maybe that's the minute that buys them an hour, which is the hour that buys them a year. No one's gonna buy them forever, Hazel...
My cancer is me. The tumors are made of me. They’re made of me as surely as my brain and my heart are made of me. It is a civil war with a predetermined winner
Mom sobbed something into Dad's chest that I wish I hadn't heard, and that I hope she never finds out that I did hear. She said, I won't be a mom anymore. It gutted me pretty badly.
It's hard as hell to hold onto your dignity when the risen sun is too bright in your losing eyes, and that's what I was thinking about as we hunted for bad guys through the ruins of a city that didn't...
A Hazel é diferente. Ela caminha com leveza, velhote. Caminha com leveza sobre a Terra. A Hazel sabe a verdade: Somos tão capazes de magoar o universo como de o ajudar, e não é provável que façamos qu...