I don't believe in prom,' I reminded her as she rounded a corner. I expertly angled my raisin bran to accomodate the g-forces. I'd done this before.

He specialized in the murder of dreams, Hazel Grace.

I stand in this parking lot, realizing that I’ve never been this far from home, and here is this girl I love and cannot follow. I hope this is the hero’s errand, because not following her is the hardest thing I’ve ever done.

Sunlight feels warm and rough against your skin like a kiss on the cheek from your dad.

This is unbearable ... God. These books she'll never read. Her Life's Library.

The pleasure of remembering had been taken from me, there was no longer anyone to remember with.

You realize that trying to keep your distance from me will not lessen my affection for you. All efforts to save me from you will fail.