This squirrel is inadequately afraid of humans! Squirrel, I am a threat to you! We are enemies! Please get off my bench! Oh, god! Oh, god! Don't touch me—oh, god!

How do you just stop being terrified of getting left behind and ending up by yourself forever and not meaning anything to the world?

We only have so long to play in the dirt and ask questions of rivers.

I'll fight it. I'll fight it for you. Don't you worry about me, Hazel Grace. I'm okay. I'll find a way to hang around and annoy you for a long time.

You don't remember what happened. What you remember becomes what happened.

There are times when you just have to let it all out. All the anger, all the pain.

Hurt tends to drown out sorry.