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Who am I to say that these things might not be forever? Who is Peter Van Houten to assert as fact the conjecture that our labor is temporary? All I kn...more

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Her primary reason for living and my primary reason for living were awfully entangled.

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What can we do?" Mom asked again.I shrugged.But she kept asking, as if there were something she could do, until I just kind of crawled across the couc...more

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The marks humans leave are too often scars. You build a hideous minimall or start a coup or try to become a rockstar and you think, "They'll remember ...more

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Oh, I wouldn't mind, Hazel Grace. It would be a privilege to have my heart broken by you.

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Why are you looking at me like that?"Augustus half smiled. "Because you`re beautiful. I enjoy looking at beautiful people, and I decided a while ago n...more

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It occurred to me that the voracious ambition of humans is never sated by dreams coming true, because the is always the thought that everything might ...more

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You don't get tired of looking at her. You never worry if she is smarter than you: You know she is. She is funny without ever being mean. I love her. ...more

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And yet still I worried. I like being a person. I wanted to keep at it. Worry is yet another side effect of dying.

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The food was so good that with each passing course, our conversation devolved further into fragmented celebrations of its deliciousness:'I want this d...more

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Love"I'm in love with you," he said quietly."Augustus,"I said."I am," he said. He was staring at me, and I could see the corners of his eyes crinkling...more

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Hey,' he said, touching my waist. 'Hey. It's okay.' I nodded and wiped my face with the back of my hand. 'He sucks.' I nodded again. 'I'll write you a...more

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Sometimes people don’t understandthe promises they’re making when they make them,” I said.Isaac shot me a look. “Right, of course.But you keep the pro...more

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there is no shortage of fault to be found amid our stars

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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...more