If people were like rain, I was like drizzle and she was a hurricane.

I realized it in waves and we held on to each other crying and I thought, God we must look so lame, but it doesn't matter much when you have just now realized, all the time later, that you are still alive.

I'll fight it. I'll fight it for you. Don't you worry about me, Hazel Grace. I'm okay. I'll find a way to hang around and annoy you for a long time.

It was psychological trick called empathic listening. You say what the person is feeling so they feel understood.

But if you consider all the unlikely things together, at least one of them will probably happen to each of us.

Dear Jane, Just so you know: e. e. cummings cheated on both of his wives. With prostitutes. Yours, Will Grayson

I choose the labyrinth.