I'll fight it. I'll fight it for you. Don't you worry about me, Hazel Grace. I'm okay. I'll find a way to hang around and annoy you for a long time.

Nothing really mattered that much, not the good things and not the bad ones. We were in the business of mutual amusement, and we were reasonably prosperous.

You can’t divorce Margo the person from Margo the body. You can’t see one without seeing the other. You looked at Margo’s eyes and you saw both their blueness and their Margo-ness. In the end, you could not say that Margo Roth Spiegelman was fat, or that she was skinny, any more than you can say that the Eiffel Tower is or is not lonely. Margo’s beauty was a kind of sealed vessel of perfection – uncracked and uncrackable.

Books—they weren't ladders out of the abyss, but they were companions.

What's your name ? Hazel . No , your full name . Um , Hazel Grace Lancaster .

Amsterdam is like the rings of a tree: It gets older as you get closer to the center.

I came here looking for a Great Perhaps, for real friends and a more-than-minor life.