It's embarrassing that we all just walk through life blindly accepting that scrambled eggs are fundamentally associated with mornings.

That's why those tapes we made are going to be so great one day, because they'll tell stories that time has swallowed up or distorted or whatever.

It's just that I learned a while ago that the best way to get people to like you is not to like them too much.

Our children are weird. Nicely phrased.

We’re as likely to hurt the universe as we are to help it, and we’re not likely to do either.

That's why people grow weary of listening to Dumpees obsess over their troubles: getting dumped is predictable, repetitive, and boring. They want to stay friends; they feel smothered; it's always them and it's never you; and afterward, you're devastated and their relieved; it's over for them and just starting for you.

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.