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

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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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Sure, anyone can name fourteen dead people. But we're disorganized mourners, so a lot of people end up remembering Shakespeare, and no one ends up rem...more

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What's that?""The laundry basket?""No, next to it.""I don't see anything next to it.""It's my last shred of dignity. It's very small.

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The real heroes anyway aren't the people doing things; the real heroes are the people NOTICING things, paying attention. The guy who invented the smal...more

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I missed the future. Obviously I knew even before his recurrence that I'd never grow old with Augustus Waters. But thinking about Lidewij and her boyf...more

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Don't worry. Worry is useless. I worried anyway

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I enjoy looking at beautiful people, and I decided a while ago not to deny myself the simpler pleasures of existence.

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What?" I asked."Nothing," he said."Why are you looking at me like that?"Augustus half smiled. "Because you're beautiful. I enjoy looking at beautiful ...more

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It’s hard as hell to hold on to your dignity when the risen sun is too bright in your losing eyes

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He shook his head, just looking at me. - "What?" I asked.- "Nothing" he said.- "Why are you looking at me like that?"Augustus half smiled. "Because yo...more

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...there are books...which you can't tell people about, books so special and rare and yours that advertising your affection feels like a betrayal.