Like all sick children,' he answered dispassionately, 'you say you don't want pity, but your very existence depends upon it.

It is so hard to leave-until you leave.

He let his mind wander. It went to a predictable place, and he missed her

The urge to make art or contemplate philosophy does not go away when you are sick. Those urges just become transfigured by illness.

She was nothing but good and I was nothing but bad, but then she died, and I didn't.

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 thought we were in a church basement, but we are literally in the heart of Jesus.” “Someone should tell Jesus,” I said. “I mean, it's gotta be dangerous, storing children with cancer in your heart.” “I would tell Him myself.” Augustus said, “but unfortunately I am literally stuck inside of His heart, so He won't be able to hear me.”