Because it's kind of great, being an idea that everybody likes. But I could never be the idea to myself, not all the way.

Without Pain, How Could We Know Joy?

Not following her is the hardest thing I've ever done.

You like someone who can't like you back because unrequited love can be survived in a way that once-requited love cannot.

And then it was the kind of dark your eyes never adjust to.

Hazel Grace,” he said. “Hi,” I said. “How are you?” “Grand,” he said. “I have been wanting to call you on a nearly minutely basis, but I have been waiting until I could form a coherent thought in re An Imperial Affliction.” (He said “in re.” He really did. That boy.)

The five of us walking confidently in a row, I'd never felt cooler. The Great Perhaps was upon us, and we were invincible. The plan may have had faults, but we did not.