I’m just scared of ghosts, Pudge. And home is full of them.

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.

He specialized in the murder of dreams, Hazel Grace…

Imagining the future is a kind of nostalgia. (…) You spend your whole life stuck in the labyrinth, thinking about how you’ll escape it one day, and how awesome it will be, and imagining that...

What I love about the sculpture is that it makes the bones that we are always walking and playing on manifest, like in a world that so often denies the reality of death and the...

No headboards were broken.

Being in a relationship, that’s something you choose. Being friends, that’s just something you are. [But] I do pick you. We’ve been friends too long to pick, but if we could pick, I’d pick you.

Well, I usually can’t, but neither the book nor the conversation is particularly intellectually challenging.

If people were rain, I was a drizzle and she was a hurricaine

Human existence is temporary and all the knowledge of the universe we acquire will in time be forgotten because there will be no humans left to benefit from any of the stuff we learned.And yet,...

This was what I liked most about my friends: just sitting around and telling stories. Window stories and mirror stories. I only listened – the stories on my mind weren’t that funny.

Dumpers are not inherently worse than Dumpees-breaking up isn’t something that gets done to you; it’s something that happens with you.

Nothing’s wrong. But there’s always suffering, Pudge. Homework or malaria or having a boyfriend who lives far away when there’s a good-looking boy lying next to you. Suffering is universal.

A child said, What is the grass? fetching it to me will full hands; How could I answer the child?……I do not know what it is any more than he. I guess it must be...

I did some research on this a couple years ago,” Augustus continued. “I was wondering if everybody could be remembered. Like, if we got organized, and assigned a certain number of corpses to each living...

Where do you come up with these zingers, Clint? Do you own some kind of joke factory in Indonesia where you’ve got eight-year-olds working ninety hours a week to deliver you that kind of top-quality...

I liked that he was a tenured professor in the Department of Slightly Crooked Smiles with a dual appointments in the Department of Having a Voice that Made My Skin Feel More Like Skin.

May I see you again?” he asked. There was an endearing nervousness in his voice. I smiled. “Sure.””Tomorrow?” he asked.”Patience, grasshopper,” I counseled. “You don’t want to seem overeager. “Right, that’s why I said tomorrow,”...

It’s hard as hell to hold on to your dignity when the risen sun is too bright in your losing eyes

I fell in love like you would fall asleep: slowly and then all at once.

Idiotically, it occurred to me that my pink underwear didn’t match my purple bra, as if boys even notice such things.

The problem, of course, is that there’s no way of knowing that your last good day is your Last Good Day. At the time, it’s just another good day.

I’m a big believer in random capitalization. The rules of capitalization are so unfair to the words in the middle. (32)

pg. 231-232: They’d given me a minivan. They could have picked any car and they picked a minivan. A minivan. O God of the Vehicular Justice, why dost thou mock me? Minivan, you albatross around...

If you were to go, and hopefully someday you will, you would see a lot of paintings of dead people. You’d see Jesus on the cross, and you’d see a dude getting stabbed in the...

I knew that I would know more dead people. The bodies pile up. Could there be a space in my memory for each of them, or would I forget a little of Alaska every day...

I would not be dying if it were not for her. I would have stayed home, as I have always stayed home, and I would have been safe, and I would have done the one...

If the inevitably of human oblivion worries you, I encourage you to ignore it. God knows that’s what everyone else does.

I don’t think your missing pieces ever go inside you again once they go missing.

We were very different, and we disagreed about a lot of things, but he was always so interesting, you know?

When things break, it’s not the actual breaking that prevents them from getting back together again. It’s because a little piece gets lost – the two remaining ends couldn’t fit together even if they wanted...

She said, “It’s not life or death, the labyrinth.””Um, okay. So what is it?””Suffering,” she said. “Doing wrong and having wrong things happen to you. That’s the problem. Bolivar was talking about the pain, not...

Rabe’a al-Adiwiyah, a great woman saint of Sufism, was seen running through the streets of her hometown, Basra, carrying a torch in one hand and a bucket of water in the other. When someone asked...

So dawn goes down today… Nothing gold can stay.– Robert Frost

For so long, I hadn’t really heard Margo – I’d seen her screaming and thought her laughing – that now I figured it was my job. To try, even at this great remove, to hear...

You don’t get tired of looking at her. You never worry if she is smarter than you: You know she is. She is funny without ever being mean. I love her. I am so lucky...

The end occurred mostly in her whispers and his silence – because he couldn’t whisper and they didn’t want to wake Colin’s parents. They succeeded in staying quiet, in part because it felt like the...

Did you know that for pretty much the entire history of human species, the average life span was less than thirty years? You could count on ten years or so of real adulthood, right? There...

What you must understand about me is that I’m a deeply unhappy person.

You shall no longer take things at second or third hand…. nor look through the eyes of the dead…. nor feed on the spectres in books. I tramp a perpetual journey All goes onward and...

There is not shortage of fault to be found amidst our stars.

Me pareció injusto que un idiota como Jason Worthington pudiera tener sexo con Margo y con Becca, cuando individuos perfectamente agradables como yo no tienen el privilegio de tener sexo con ninguna de las dos.....

There is no Them. There are only facets of Us.

Ultimately what I like about reading together is that we all make it happen together. Of course even amid shared experience we’re still alone… each reading of each book is unique. But what a comfort...

Physical intimacy isn’t and can never be an effective substitute for emotional intimacy.

Francois Rabelais. He was a poet. And his last words were “I go to seek a Great Perhaps.” That’s why I’m going. So I don’t have to wait until I die to start seeking a...

I know it doesn’t feel this way all the time, but we get to choose what we care about and what we spend our resources on. We choose what – or ideally whom – to...

I fear oblivion. I fear it like the proverbial blind man who’s afraid of the dark.

Finally, I decided that the proper strategy was to stare back. Boys do not have a monopoly on the Staring Business, after all. So I looked him over as Patrick acknowledged for the thousandth time...

Margo no era un milagro. Ella no era una aventura. No era una cosa bella y preciosa. Era una chica.