I didn't want to look at them, so I looked away, and to look away was to look at Augustus.

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?

...But there's always suffering, Pudge. Homework or malaria or having a boyfriend who lives far away when there's a good-looking boy lying next to you. Suffering is universal. It's the one thing Buddhists, Christians, and Muslims are all worried about.

i wanted more time so we could fall in love.

Late in the winter of my seventeenth year, my mother decided I was depressed, presumably because I rarely left the house, spent quite a lot of time in bed, read the same book over and over, ate infrequently, and devoted quite a bit of my abundant free time to thinking about death.

I wanted to know that he would be okay if I died. I wanted to not be a grenade, to not be a malevolent force in the lives of people I loved.

Pain is like fabric: The stronger it is, the more it’s worth.