I'll just go over to the Duke's," I said. "Her parents already told me I could stay there. I'll go over there and open all my presents, and talk about how my parents neglect me, and then maybe the Duke will give me some of her presents because she feels so bad about how my mom doesn't love me.

The beautiful thing about driving was that it stole just enough of his attention - car parked on the side, maybe a cop, slow to speed limit, time to pass this sixteen-wheeler, turn signal, check rearview, crane neck to check blind spot and yes, okay, left lane.

We didn't talk much. But we didn't need to.

It is a good life, Hazel Grace.

I think if you keep the box closed long enough you do kill the cat, actually.

We look back to the most important moment in our history, and that becomes the dividing line between what we were and what we are now.

He missed that, too, and it hadn't even happened.