But in AIA, Anna decides that being a person with cancer who starts a cancer charity is a bit narcissistic, so she starts a charity called The Anna Foundation for People with cancer Who Want to Cure Cholera.
But in AIA, Anna decides that being a person with cancer who starts a cancer charity is a bit narcissistic, so she starts a charity called The Anna Foundation for People with cancer Who Want to Cure Cholera.
I didn't want to see them lower him into the ground in the spot he'd picked out with his dad, and I didn't want to see his parents sink to their knees in the dew-wet grass and moan in pain....
I was a bit of a Victorian Lady, fainting-wise.
My thoughts are stars I can't fathom into constellations.
Some tourists think Amsterdam is a city of sin, but in truth it is a city of freedom. And in freedom, most people find sin.
The risen sun too bright in her losing eyes.
What a slut time is. She screws everybody.
Caroline is no longer sufffering from personhood.
I don't know why boys expect us to like boy movies. We don't expect them to like girl movies.
I went on spouting bullshit Encouragements as Gus's parents, arm in arm, hugged each other and nodded at every word. Funerals, I had decided, are for the living.
Neither novels or their readers benefit from any attempts to divine whether any facts hide inside a story. Such efforts attack the very idea that made-up stories can matter, which is sort of the foundational assumption of our species.
Sometimes it seems the universe wants to be noticed.
The sun was a toddler insistently refusing to go to bed: It was past eight thirty and still light.
When surprised and excited and innocent Gus emerged from Grand Gesture Metaphorically Inclined Augustus, I literally could not resist.
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 everyone, you know?
I fear your faith has been mis- placed-but then, faith usually is.
I will not tell you our love story, because-like all real love stories-it will die with us,as it should.
Observation: Standing in line is a form of oppression.
Stupid human voices always ruining everything.
The thing about dead people..The thing is you sound like a bastard if you don't romanticize them, but the truth is... complicated, I guess.
When you're as charming and physically attractive as myself, it's easy enough to win over people you meet. But getting strangers to love you...now, that's the trick.
A drink this good deserves one's best posture.
Come over here so I can examine your face with my hands and see deeper into your soul than a sighted person ever could.
I fell in love the way you fall asleep: slowly, then all at once.
I'll give you my strength if I can have your remission.
Of course I tensed up when he touched me. To be with him was to hurt him-inevitably. And that's what I'd felt as he reached for me: I'd felt as though I were committing an act of violence against him, because I was.
Support Group featured a rotating cast of characters in various states of tumor-driven unwellness. Why did the cast rotate? A side effect of dying.
The urge to make art or contemplate philosophy does not go away when you are sick. Those urges just become transfigured by illness.
Whenever you read a cancer booklet or website or whatever, they always list depression among the side effects of cancer. But, in fact, depression is not a side effect of cancer. Depression is a side effect of dying.
Agustus asked if I wanted to go with him to Support Group, but I was really tired from my busy day of Having Cancer, so I passed.
Don't worry. Worry is useless. I worried anyway
I got my wish, I suppose. I left my scar.
If we'd put them in a vase in the living room, they would have been everyone's flowers. I wanted them to be my flowers.
Oh, I wouldn't mind, Hazel Grace. It would be a privilege to have my heart broken by you.
Take a picture of this so Isaac can see it when they invent robot eyes.
The weird thing about houses is that they almost always look like nothing is happening inside of them, even though they contain most of our lives. I wondered if that was sort of the point of architecture.
While I did not fancy myself a particularly good person, I never thought my first real sexual action would be prostitutional.
All representations of a thing are inherently abstract.
Finally, I decided that the proper strategy was to stare back. Boys do not have a monopoly on the Staring Business.
I had a moral opposition to eating before dawn on the grounds that I was not a nineteenth-century Russian peasant fortifying myself for a day in the fields.
I'll fight it. I'll fight it for you. Don't you worry about me, Hazel Grace. I'm okay. I'll find a way to hang around and annoy you for a long time.
Only now that I loved a grenade did I understand the foolishness of trying to save others from my own impending fragmentation: I couldn't unlove Augustus Waters. And I didn't want to.
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.
The world is not a wish-granting factory.
Writing does not resurrect. It buries.
And okay, fair enough, but there is this unwritten contract between author and reader and I think not ending your book kind of violates that contract.
Funerals, I had decided, are for the living.
I hadn't read a real series like that since I was a kid, and it was exciting to live again in an infinite fiction.
I'm a grenade and at some point I'm going to blow up and I would like to minimize the casualties, okay?
Our fearlessness shall be our secret weapon.
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