You can pick your friends, and you can pick your nose, but you can’t pick your friend’s nose.

The job of reading is to use stories as a way into seeing other people as we see ourselves

Hazel Grace,” he said. “Hi,” I said. “How are you?” “Grand,” he said. “I have been wanting to call you on a nearly minutely basis, but I have been waiting until I could form a coherent thought in re An Imperial Affliction.” (He said “in re.” He really did. That boy.)

But that part of us greater than the sum of our parts cannot begin and cannot end, and so it cannot fail

You're not a little kid anymore. You need to make friends, get out of the house, and live your life.

Her hair is ridiculous," I said. "I know. That was the only thing I said about her that was true. When you say nasty things about people, you should never say the true ones, because you can't really fully and honestly take those back, you know? I mean, there are highlights. And there are streaks. And then there are skunk stripes.

But it is the nature of stars to cross, and never was Shakespeare more wrong than when he has Cassius note, ‘The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars / But in ourselves.