He missed her like crazycakes.
I believe humans have souls, and I believe in the conservation of souls.
Amsterdam is like the rings of a tree: It gets older as you get closer to the center.
Almost everyone is obsessed with leaving a mark upon the world. Bequeathing a legacy. Outlasting death. We all want to be remembered. I do, too. Thatโs what bothers me most, is being another unremembered casualty in the ancient and inglorious war against disease.
I just want the pleasure of noticing these things at a safe distance.
That's what we should do, Hazel Grace: We should team up and be this disabled vigilante duo roaring through the world, righting wrongs, defending the weak, protecting the endangered.