That's what I realized: if I did get her back somehow, she wouldn't fill the hole that losing her created.

Seriously, don't even get me started on my hot bod. You don't want to see me naked, Dave. Seeing me naked actually took Hazel Grace's breath away,' he said, nodding toward the oxygen tank.

The internet is necessarily public. It can be filtered-public or censored-public, but it necessarily has to be open and available.

I hadn’t read a real series like that since I was a kid, and it was exciting to live again in an infinite fiction.

And I agreed, but still, she owed us an explanation. If she was up there, down there, out there, somewhere, maybe she would laugh.

Even then, it hurt. The pain was always there, pulling me inside of myself, demanding to be felt. It always felt like I was waking up from the pain when something in the world outside of me suddenly required my comment or attention.

And since she drove to work every morning, I could only use the car on weekends. Well, weekends and the middle of the goddamned night.