I can still make a fist, and breath still burns in my chest. So look at my face. Look at my mortal soul, and remember it. You did not crush me, and you will have...

The fault is not in our stars,” I whispered to the ceiling. “But in ourselves. This was my choice.

There was no heaven here. Eternal life meant waking up as a putrid corpse.

Curiosity is a strong fire, and once ignited, it is not easily put out.

We waddled through life blindly, hoping to find something—and someone—worth fighting for.

Eleanor,” Daniel said. “Miss Fitt! Wake up!”I fluttered my eyelids open. “I’m not a misfit anymore,” I rasped. “I thought I told you that.

Miss Fitt, you know curiosity gets men killed.”I grinned. “Then I daresay it’s good I’m a woman.