YOU are valuable and rare and worthy of love.

I still think that maybe the "afterlife" is just something we made up to ease the pain of loss, to make our time in the labyrinth bearable. Maybe we are just matter, and matter gets recycled

Colder by the hour, more dead with every breath.

Peeing is like a good book in that it is very, very hard to stop once you start.

Above us, the wind blew and the branching shadows rearranged themselves on our skin. Gus squeezed my hand. "It is a good life, Hazel Grace.

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

Idiotically, it occurred to me that my pink underwear didn’t match my purple bra, as if boys even notice such things.