In the darkest days, the Lord puts the best people into your life." (p. 28)
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.
The world is not a wish-granting factory.
It is a good life, Hazel Grace.
my lungs sucked at being lungs.
We were just looking at ideas of each other.