it is the nature of stars to cross

The dead are visible only in the terrible lidless eye of memory. The living, thank heaven, retain the ability to surprise and to disappoint. - Van Houten

The not knowing would not keep me from caring.

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.

I feel like, like, how you matter is defined by the things that matter to you. You matter as much as the things that matter to you.

Thank you for explaining that my eye cancer isn't going to make me deaf. I feel so fortunate that an intellectual giant like yourself would deign to operate on me.

I'm sorry. I know you loved her. It was hard not to.