All the things paper-thin and paper-frail, and all the people too.

He specialized in the murder of dreams, Hazel Grace.

The whole thing was the precise opposite of what I figured it would be: slow and patient and quiet and neither particularly painful nor particularly ecstatic

We all matter - maybe less then a lot but always more than none.

Need is never a good basis for any relationship.

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.)

Jesus, I'm not going to be one of those people who sits around talking about what they're going to do. I'm just going to do it.