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.

This was the first time in my life that so many things would never happen again.

Augustus, perhaps you’d like to share your fears with the group.” “My fears?” “Yes.” “I fear oblivion,” he said without a moment’s pause. “I fear it like the proverbial blind man who’s afraid of the dark.” “Too soon,” Isaac said, cracking a smile. “Was that insensitive?” Augustus asked. “I can be pretty blind to other people’s feelings.

I feel like crying, so I must be crying, but it's impossible to tell because I'm underwater.

I was thinking about this girl you love so much," she said, "And this place I love so much. And how that happens. How you can just fall into it.

Witness also that when we talk about literature, we do so in the present tense. When we speak of the dead, we are not so kind.

Half-drunk on well-creamed gas station coffee and the exhilarating loneliness of a freeway in nighttime.