You get all these friends just when you don’t need friends anymore.
You’ve gotta pick your battles in this world.
You still secretly believe that there is an element of magic to this world? It’s all just soulless molecules bouncing against each other randomly.
You are so busy being you that you have no idea how utterly unprecedented you are.
You are going to live a good and long life filled with great and terrible moments that you cannot even imagine yet!
What a slut time is. She screws everybody.
Grief does not change you, Hazel. It reveals you.
You realize that trying to keep your distance from me will not lessen my affection for you.
You don’t get to choose if you get hurt in this world, old man, but you do have some say in who hurts you. I like my choices.
Thinking you won’t die is yet another side effect of dying.
Oh, I wouldn’t mind, Hazel Grace. It would be a privilege to have my heart broken by you.
Language buries, but does not resurrect.
