Grief does not change you, Hazel. It reveals you.

The universe is biased toward consciousness because the universe wants to be noticed. It's a way into existential hope that doesn't have too much cliché wrapped around it.

Did I help you toward a fate you didn't want, Alaska, or did I just assist in your willful self-destruction?

All sorts of yayness floods my brain. Love is such a drug.

Look, let me just say it: He was hot. A nonhot boy stares at you relentlessly and it is, at best, awkward and, at worst, a form of assault. But a hot boy . . . well.

Suffering is universal. it’s the one thing Buddhists, Christians, and Muslims are all worried about.

Nothing is as boring as other people's dreams.