maybe she'd been scared of being paralyzed by fear again.

At some point, you gotta stop looking up at the sky, or one of these days you'll look back down and see that you floated away, too.

But mothers lie. It's in the job description.

Augustus," I said. "Really. You don't have to do this." "Sure I do," he said. "I found my Wish." "God, you're the best," I told him. "I bet you say that to all the boys who finance your international travel," he answered.

I always liked routine. I suppose I never found boredom very boring. I doubted I could explain it to someone like Margo but drawing circles through life struck me as a kind of reasonable insanity.

Oh, I wouldn't mind, Hazel Grace. It would be a privilege to have my heart broken by you.

And okay, fair enough, but there is this unwritten contract between author and reader and I think not ending your book kind of violates that contract.