I may die young, but at least I'll die smart.

Ultimately what I like about reading together is that we all make it happen together. Of course even amid shared experience we’re still alone… each reading of each book is unique. But what a comfort it is to share readings and experiences. How lucky we are when we get to be alone together.

Hazel GRACE!” he shouted. “You did not use your one dying Wish to go to Disney World with your parents.” “Also Epcot Center,” I mumbled. “Oh, my God,” Augustus said. “I can’t believe I have a crush on a girl with such cliché wishes.

We idealize them as gods or dismiss them as animals.

I felt the unfairness of it, the inarguable injustice of loving someone who might have loved you back but can't due to deadness.

You get all these friends just when you don’t need friends anymore.

Who would you die for? Who would you wake up at five forty-five in the morning for even though you don't even know why he needs you?