Were she better or you sicker, then the stars would not be so terribly crossed, but it is the nature of the stars to cross.

When we think of death, we often imagine it as happening in degrees: We think of a sick person becoming less and less alive until finally they are gone.

Osteosarcoma sometimes takes a limb to check you out. The, if it like you, it takes the rest.

The United States Congress, like a lot of rich people, lives in two houses.

the problem is not suffering itself or oblivion itself but the depraved meaninglessness of these things, the absolutely inhuman nihilism of suffering.

Throughout the book, she refers to herself as "the side effect," which is just totally correct. Cancer kids are essentially side effects of the relentless mutation that made the diversity of life on earth possible.

Pudge, my friend, we are indefuckingstructible.