Reading forces you to be quiet in a world that no longer makes place for that.

But mothers lie. It's in the job description.

I'm a grenade, I just want to stay away from people and read books, and think.

And since she drove to work every morning, I could only use the car on weekends. Well, weekends and the middle of the goddamned night.

Oh, I wouldn't mind, Hazel Grace. It would be a privilege to have my heart broken by you.

It seemed like forever ago, like we've had this brief but still infinite forever. Some infinities are bigger than other infinities.

We'd failed, maybe, but some mysteries aren't meant to be solved.