At the end, we brought her to New York, where I was living, for a series of experimental tortures that increased the misery of her days without increasing the number of them.
Dying is the last thing I would EVER do!
This was the first time in my life that so many things would never happen again.
Sometimes the way you think about someone isn't the way they actually are.
Oh, I wouldn't mind, Hazel Grace. It would be a privilege to have my heart broken by you.
We just sat there quiet for a long time, which was fine, and I was thinking about way back in the very beginning in the Literal Heart of Jesus.