I think all true stories are hopeful stories. I don't think there's any room for nihilism.

As I recall, you promised to CALL when you finished the book, not text.

When you stopped wishing things wouldn't fall apart, you'd stop suffering when they did.

Some wars," he said dismissively. "What am I at war with? My cancer. And what is my cancer? My cancer is me. The tumors are made of me. They're made of me as surely as my brain and my heart is made of me. It is a civil war, Hazel Grace, with a predetermined winner.

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.

I don’t know a perfect person. I only know flawed people who are still worth loving.

Patience, grasshopper," I counseled. "You don't want to seem overeager." "Right, that's why I said tomorrow," he said. "I want to see you again tonight. But I'm willing to wait all night and much of tomorrow.