All efforts to save me from you will fail, he said

Where is my chance to be somebody’s Peter Van Houten?’ He hit the steering wheel weakly, the car honking as he cried. He leaned his head back, looking up. ‘I hate myself I hate myself...

A day after I got my eye cut out, Gus showed up at the hospital. I was blind and heart-broken and didn’t want to do anything and Gus burst into my room and shouted, ‘I...

I have a Churchillian relationship with alcohol: I can crack jokes and govern England and do anything I want to do. Except not drink.

I fear oblivion’ he said. “I fear it like a proverbial blind man fears the dark

You used,” he said, and then took a sharp breath, “to call me Augustus.

When was the last good kiss you had?

You will not kill my girlfriend today, International Terrorists of Ambiguous Nationality!

All salvation is temporary,” Augustus shot back. “I bought them a minute. Maybe that’s the minute that buys them an hour, which is the hour that buys them a year. No one’s gonna buy them...

My cancer is me. The tumors are made of me. They’re made of me as surely as my brain and my heart are made of me. It is a civil war with a predetermined winner

We don’t get to choose if we get hurt in this world, old man, but we do have a say in who hurts us. I know I like my choices. I hope she likes hers.I...

I’ve stopped thinking about it. I don’t have time to have a girlfriend. I have like a full-time job Learning How to Be Blind.

I pulled the oxygen tubes from my nostrils and raised the tube up over my head, handing it to Dad. I wanted it to be just me and just him.

I really thought she was going to die before I could tell her that I was going to die, too.

The whole thing was the precise opposite of what I figured it would be: slow and patient and quiet and neither particularly painful nor particularly ecstatic

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...

Ma’am,’ Augustus said, nodding toward her, ‘your daughter’s car has just been deservedly egged by a blind man. Please close the door and go back inside or we’ll be forced to call the police.’ After...

As the tide washed in, the Dutch Tulip Man faced the Ocean:”Conjoiner rejoinder poisoner concealer revelator. Look at it, rising up and rising down, taking everything with it.””What’s that?” Anna asked.”Water,” the Dutchman said. “Well,...

Sería un honor tener el corazón roto por ti, Hazel Grace.

Caroline was always moody and miserable, but I liked it. I liked feeling as if she had chosen me as the only person in the world not to hate, and so we spent all this...

I nodded. I liked Augustus Waters. I really, really, really liked him. I liked the way his story ended with someone else. I liked his voice. I liked that he took existentially fraught free throws....

Indiana,’ he said. ‘They steal the land from the Indians and leave the name, yes?

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.

I’m a grenade, I just want to stay away from people and read books, and think…

If I could just stay alive for a week, I’d know the unwritten secrets of Anna’s mom and the Dutch Tulip Guy.

And then the line was quite but not dead. I almost felt like he was there in my room with me, but in a way it was better, like I was not in my room...

I imagined the Augustus Waters analysis of that comment: If I am playing basketball in heaven, does that imply a physical location of a heaven containing physical basketballs? Who makes the basketballs in question? Are...

And yet still I worried. I like being a person. I wanted to keep at it. Worry is yet another side effect of dying.

what we want is to be noticed by the universe, to have the universe give a shit what happens to us- not the collective idea of sentient life but each of us as individuals.

I’m just very, very fond of you.

the world wasn’t made for us, we were made for the world

Right, of course.But you keep the promise anyway. That’swhat love is. Love is keeping the promise anyway. Don’t you believe in true love?

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.

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

I love you present tense.

Girls think they’re only allowed to wear dresses on formal occasions, but I like a woman who says, you know, I’m going over to see a boy who is having a nervous breakdown, a boy...

We are like a bunch of dogs squirting on fire hydrants. We poison the groundwater with our toxic piss, marking everything MINE in a ridiculous attempt to survive our deaths. I can’t stop pissing on...

As I recall, you promised to CALL when you finished the book, not text.

El Tulipan Holandés contemplaba la marea, que estaba subiendo. -Ensambla, unifica, envenena, corrige, revela. Mira cómo sube y baja, y se lleva todo consigo. + ,Qué es? – Le pregunté. -Agua- me contestó el Holandés-....

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...

It’s just that most really good-looking people are stupid, so I exceed expectations.”Right, it’s primarily his hotness,’ I said.’It can be sort of blinding,’ he said.’It actually did blind our friend Isaac,’ I said.’Terrible tragedy,...

Are you crying, Hazel Grace?””Kind of?””Why?” he asked.”‘Cause I’m just-I want to go to Amsterdam, and I want him to tell me what happens after the book is over, and I just don’t want my...