Hazel GRACE!” he shouted. “You did not use your one dying Wish to go to Disney World with your parents.” “Also Epcot Center,” I mumbled. “Oh, my God,” Augustus said. “I can’t believe I have a crush on a girl with such cliché wishes.

That was the worst part about having cancer, sometimes: The physical evidence of disease separates you from other people.

The consequences of being un-cool feel so big that a lot of times you end of not finding ways to have open and honest conversations.

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.

You will go to the paper towns and never come back.

I’ve always sort of preferred people who are not entirely likable.

How strange and how lovely it is to be anything at all.