Don’t worry. Worry is useless. I worried anyway

Oh, I wouldn’t mind, Hazel Grace. It would be a privilege to have my heart broken by you.

Is my world turning into Harry Potter’s?!

You deserve a life.

I’m pretty sure there are some colleges where you can do that. I bet there are some colleges where you can major in that.

It’s hard as hell to hold on to your dignity when the risen sun is too bright in your losing eyes, and that’s what I was thinking about as we hunted for bad guys through...

He shook his head, just looking at me. – “What?” I asked.- “Nothing” he said.- “Why are you looking at me like that?”Augustus half smiled. “Because you`re beautiful. I enjoy looking at beautiful people, and...

Gives you an idea how I feel about you,” he said.My old man. He always knew just what to say.

I enjoy looking at beautiful people, and I decided a while ago not to deny myself the simpler pleasures of existence.

Hey,’ he said, touching my waist. ‘Hey. It’s okay.’ I nodded and wiped my face with the back of my hand. ‘He sucks.’ I nodded again. ‘I’ll write you an epilogue,’ Gus said. That made...

I missed the future. Obviously I knew even before his recurrence that I’d never grow old with Augustus Waters. But thinking about Lidewij and her boyfriend, I felt robbed. I would probably never again see...

My lifesaver has always been the hazel iris of your soul. It never fails. When the world plunges me deep into the darkness, one look from you is all it takes to save me.

What?” I asked.”Nothing,” he said.”Why are you looking at me like that?”Augustus half smiled. “Because you’re beautiful. I enjoy looking at beautiful people, and I decided a while ago not to deny myself the simpler...

Um…” Hazel faltered. “You mean you won’t… you’re not going to-” “Claim your life?” Thantos asked. “Well, let’s see…” He pulled a pure-black iPad from thin air. Death, tapped the screen a few times, and...

Sure, anyone can name fourteen dead people. But we’re disorganized mourners, so a lot of people end up remembering Shakespeare, and no one ends up remembering the person he wrote Sonnet Fifty-five about.

I’m gonna be percy Jackson when I grow up,” she told Hazel solemnly.Hazel Smiled and ruffled her hair. “That’s a good thing to be, Julia.””Although,” Frank said. “Frank Zhang would be good too.

What can we do?” Mom asked again.I shrugged.But she kept asking, as if there were something she could do, until I just kind of crawled across the couch into her lap and my dad came...

Leo resisted the urge to throw a grenade in Frank’s face. “I suppose I should know who Pelops was?””He was a prince, won his wife in a chariot race. Supposedly he started the Olympic games...

…there are books…which you can’t tell people about, books so special and rare and yours that advertising your affection feels like a betrayal.

Hazel squinted. “How far?””Just over the river and through the woods.”Percy raised an eyebrow. “Seriously? To Grandmother’s house we go?”Frank cleared his throat. “Yeah, anyway.