After all this time, it seems to me like straight and fast is the only way out- but I choose the labyrinth. The labyrinth blows, but I choose it.

Agustus asked if I wanted to go with him to Support Group, but I was really tired from my busy day of Having Cancer, so I passed.

... she called it a paper town. Like, you know, everything so fake and flimsy.

When we read the right book generously, it can change the way think about the world around us.

One of the pitfalls about writing about illness is that it is very easy to imagine people with cancer as either these wise-beyond-their-years creatures or these sad-eyed tragic people. And the truth is, people living with cancer are very much like people who are not living with cancer. They're every bit as funny and complex and diverse as anyone else.

I have guts, just not when it counts.

It is very sad to me that some people are so intent on leaving their mark on the world that they don’t care if that mark is a scar.