I will play out the string. I will not betray your trust. I will find you.

That's what we should do, Hazel Grace: We should team up and be this disabled vigilante duo roaring through the world, righting wrongs, defending the weak, protecting the endangered.

In the first century CE, Roman authorities punished St. Apollonia by crushing her teeth one by one with pliers. Colin often thought about this in relationship to the monotony of dumping: we have thirty-two teeth. After a while, having each tooth individually destroyed probably gets repetitive, even dull. But it never stops hurting.

I could stand up and go to her and kiss her. I could. But there is still too much to be ruined.

The minister said, “Let us pray,” but as everyone else bowed their head, I could only stare slack-jawed at the sight of Peter Van Houten. After a moment, he whispered, “We gotta fake pray,” and bowed his head.

he is both the source of my happiness and the one i want to share it with. i have to believe that’s a sign.

You cannot invent an algorithm that is as good at recommending books as a good bookseller.