"And we'll call you... hmmm. Pudge." "Huh?" "Pudge," the Colonel said. "Because you're skinny. It's called irony, Pudge. Heard of it? Now, let's go get some cigarettes and start this year off right."

But of course there is always a hamartia and yours is that oh, my God, even though you HAD FREAKING CANCER you give money to a company in exchange for the chance to acquire YET MORE CANCER.

My love, I cannot tell you how thankful I am for our little infinity, ~ Hazel Lancaster.

I don't see any point in nihilism... just as I suppose the nihilist sees no point in everything else.

"Nothing," I said. "I’m just…" I couldn’t finish the sentence, didn’t know how to. "I’m just very, very fond of you."

We didn't talk much. But we didn't need to.

I don't know how I look, but I know how I feel: Young. Goofy. Infinite.