I hadn’t been in proper school in three years. My parents were my two best friends. My third best friend was an author who did not know I existed.

But it was sure a privilege to love him, huh?" I nodded into his shirt. "Gives you an idea how I feel about you," he said. My old man. He always knew just what to say.

Because no one can catch the motherfucking fox.

We all matter - maybe less then a lot but always more than none.

We were very different, and we disagreed about a lot of things, but he was always so interesting, you know?

I spent your Wish on that doucheface,” I said into his chest. “Hazel Grace. No. I will grant you that you did spend my one and only Wish, but you did not spend it on him. You spent it on us.

Why would you try to kill this guy, Kevin? He's a genius. Nuts to your truce.