We don't suffer from a shortage of metaphors . . . But you have to be careful which metaphor you choose, because it matters.

Well," Peter Van Houten said, extending his hand to me. "It is at any rate a pleasure to meet such ontologically improbable creatures." I shook his swollen hand, and then he shook hands with Augustus. I was wondering what ontologically meant. Regardless, I liked it. Augustus and I were together in the Improbable Creatures Club: us and duck-billed platypuses.

Seriously, don't even get me started on my hot bod. You don't want to see me naked, Dave. Seeing me naked actually took Hazel Grace's breath away,' he said, nodding toward the oxygen tank.

We all miss you so much. It just never ends. It feels like we were all wounded in your battle, Caroline. I miss you. I love you.

I don't think you're dying," I said. "I think you've just got a touch of cancer. He smiled. Gallows humor.

Don't worry. Worry is useless. I worried anyway

there is no shortage of fault to be found amid our stars