You're funny, and you're smart, and you may show up late, but you always show up eventually.

It is a good life, Hazel Grace.

The only thing worse than having a party that no one attends is having a party attended only by two vastly, deeply uninteresting people.

He really was beautiful. I know boys aren’t supposed to be, but he was.

Sometimes, you read a book and it fills you with this weird evangelical zeal, and you become convinced that the shattered world will never be put back together unless and until all living humans read the book.

We're professional worriers. You're constantly imagining things that could go wrong and then writing about them.

That's the mystery, isn't it? Is the labyrinth living or dying? Which is he trying to escape---the world or the end of it?