The risen sun too bright in her losing eyes.

People always get used to beauty though.

You have a choice in this world, I believe, about how to tell sad stories, and we made the funny choice.

Hazel Grace,” he said. “Hi,” I said. “How are you?” “Grand,” he said. “I have been wanting to call you on a nearly minutely basis, but I have been waiting until I could form a coherent thought in re An Imperial Affliction.” (He said “in re.” He really did. That boy.)

I was surprised. I'd always associated belief in heaven with, frankly, a kind of intellectual disengagement. But Gus wasn't dumb.

...whatever you're worried about, you're bigger than the worries.

I just want to do something that matters. Or be something that matters. I just want to matter.