You couldn't be more wrong," I said. "You are buying into the cross-stitched sentiments of your parents' throw pillows. You're arguing that the fragile, rare thing is beautiful simply because it is fragile and rare. But that's a lie, and you know it." "You're a hard person to comfort," Augustus said. "Easy comfort isn't comforting," I said.

I thought being an adult meant knowing what you believe, but that has not been my experience.

She was not an adventure, she was not a fine and precious thing. She was a girl.

me: you know what sucks about love? o.w.g.: what? me: that it's so tied to the truth. I know it sucks, but in a way, it's good....Love and truth being tied together, I mean. They make each other possible, you know?

He specialized in the murder of dreams, Hazel Grace.

Nothing was happening, really, but the moment was thick with mattering

I have guts, just not when it counts.