Do you have a Wish?' he asked, referring to this organization, The Genie Foundation, which is in the business of granting sick kids one wish. 'No' I said. 'I used my Wish pre-Miracle.' 'What'd you do?' I sighed loudly. 'I was thirteen,' I said. 'Not Disney,' he said. I said nothing. 'You did not go to Disney World.' I said nothing. '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 had a crush on a girl with such cliché wishes.

It's a metaphor, see: You put the killing thing right between your teeth, but you don't give it the power to do its killing.

Our role as humans is to recognize the complexity of others.

It must be some book," she said as she knelt down next to the bed..."Did that boy give it to you?" She asked out of nowhere. "By 'it' do you mean herpes?" "You are too much," Mom said, "The book, Hazel. I mean the book.

You either have a great social life and shitty taste in music, or a fantastic taste in music with barely any social life.

Wait, wait. I don't get it.' 'That is because you only have eight functioning brain cells.

You completely unscatter me, and I appreciate that too much.