Nothing was happening, really, but the moment was thick with mattering

I tried--I swear I tried. But you didn't want to hear what I was saying, and I used that as an excuse to let it go on.

But what could I lose by continuing that had not already been lost?

They like their coffee like they like their ex-boyfriends: bitter.

Oh, I wouldn't mind, Hazel Grace. It would be a privilege to have my heart broken by you.

When did we see each other face-to-face? Not until you saw into my cracks and I saw into yours. Before that, we were just looking at ideas of each other, like looking at your window shade but never seeing inside. But once the vessel cracks, the light can get in. The light can get out.

We cannot be born, and we cannot die. Like all energy, we can only change shapes and sizes and manifestations.