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

It was psychological trick called empathic listening. You say what the person is feeling so they feel understood.

My days had a pleasant identicalness about them. I had always liked that: I liked routine. I liked being bored. I didn’t want to but I did.

I don't see a future where we're all taught by robots. The real life, physical experience of being in a classroom and having conversations with knowledgeable people is immeasurably valuable and irreplaceable.

To be abandoned like that! Shut out when you most need to be loved.

We think that we are invincible because we are.

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