Youth is counted sweetest by those who are no longer young.

What can we do?" Mom asked again. I shrugged. But she kept asking, as if there were something she could do, until I just kind of crawled across the couch into her lap and my dad came over and held my legs really tight and I wrapped my arms all the way around my mom's middle and they held on to me for hours while the tide rolled in.

moms aren’t the best audience for medication humor.

It's hard to believe in coincidence, but it's even harder to believe in anything else.

Nothing (at least that can be done by humans) immortalizes anyone. The Fault in Our Stars will hopefully have a long and wonderful life, but it will eventually go out of print, and eventually the last person ever to read it will die, and then the characters will no longer live in any consciousness.Also, that is okay. That is good, actually. That is how it should be. One of the things the characters in this novel have to grapple with is the reality of temporaryness. What Gus in particular must reconcile himself to is that being temporary does not mean being unimportant or meaningless.

It's a metaphor, see: You put the killing thing right between your teeth, but you don't give it the power to do its killing.

You could drive past it without noticing and from what I understand, you ought to.