I love you' really is the gateway drug of breaking up.

Above us, the wind blew and the branching shadows rearranged themselves on our skin. Gus squeezed my hand. "It is a good life, Hazel Grace.

If you don’t know about Tumblr then you are not supposed to know about Tumblr. It’s like fight club.

The miracle and hope of human consciousness is that we can still conceive of boundlessness.

The vast majority of us imagine ourselves as like literature people or math people. But the truth is that the massive processor known as the human brain is neither a literature organ or a math organ. It is both and more.

I don't have a favourite book, I have hundreds.

I believe in that line from An Imperial Affliction. 'The risen sun too bright in her losing eyes.' That's God, I think, the rising sun, and the light is too bright and her eyes are losing but they aren't lost.