HARRY POTTER AND THE ORDER OF THE PHOENIX - J. K. ROWLING

Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix - Pg 739

   'Is there a defence? I defy anyone who has watched you as I have - and I have watched you more closely than you can have imagined - not to want to save you more pain than you had already suffered. What did I care if numbers of nameless and faceless people and creatures were slaughtered in the vague future, if in the here and now you were alive, and well, and happy? I never dreamed that I would have such a person on my hands.'

Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix - Pg 723

It was unbearable, he would not think about it, he could not stand it... there was a terrible hollow inside him he did not want to feel or examine, a dark hole where Sirius had been, where Sirius had vanished; he did not want to have to be alone with that great, silent space, he could not stand it-

Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix - Pg 575

He had been so sure his parents were wonderful people that he had never had the slightest difficulty in disbelieving the aspersions Snape cast on his father's character. 

Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix - Pg 546

'Well - it's just that you seem to be labouring under the delusion that I am going to - what is the phrase? - come quietly. I am afraid I am not going to come quietly at all, Cornelius. I have absolutely no intention of being sent to Azkaban. I could break out, of course - but what a waste of time, and frankly, I can think of a whole host of things I would rather be doing.'

Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix - Pg 455

She did not seem to want to speak, or perhaps she was not able to, but she made timid motions towards Neville, holding something in her outstretched hand.   'Again?' said Mrs Longbottom, sounding slightly weary. 'Very well, Alive dear, very well - Neville, take it, whatever it is.'   But Neville had already stretched out his hand, into which his mother dropped an empty Drooble's Best Blowing Gum wrapper.    'Very nice, dear,' said Neville's grandmother in a falsely cheery voice, patting his mother on the shoulder.   But Neville said quietly, 'Thanks, Mum.'   His mother tottered away, back up the ward, humming to herself. Neville looked around at the others, his expression defiant, as though daring them to laugh, but Harry did not think he'd ever found anything less funny in his life.

Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix - Pg 423

Fred fell into a doze, his head lolling sideways on to his shoulder. Ginny was curled like a cat on her chair, but her eyes were open; Harry could see them reflecting the firelight. Ron was sitting with his head in his hands, whether awake or asleep it was impossible to tell. Harry and Sirius looked at each other every so often, intruders upon the family grief, waiting... waiting.

Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix - Pg 357

'How're you feeling?' Ginny asked Ron, who was now staring into the dregs of milk at the bottom of his empty cereal bowl as though seriously considering attempting to drown himself in them.

Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix - Pg 355

Even Fred has said that Ron might yet make him and George proud, and that they were seriously considering admitting he was related to them, something they assured him they had been trying to deny for four years. 

Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix - Pg 334

   'What's up with you, Hermione?'   She, too, was gazing at the window, but not as though she really saw it. Her eyes were unfocused and there was a frown on her face.   'Just thinking...' she said, still frowning at the rain-washed window.   'About Siri--- Snuffles?' said Harry.   'No... not exactly...' said Hermione slowly. 'More... wondering... I suppose we're doing the right thin... I think... aren't we?'   Harry and Ron looked at each other.   'Well, that clears that up,' said Ron. 'It would've been really annoying if you hadn't explained yourself properly.'

Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix - Pg 321

   Something collided hard with Harry's shoulder, knocking him sideways. A split second later he realised that Neville had just charged past him, heading straight for Malfoy.   'Neville, no!'   Harry leapt forward and seized the back of Neville's robes; Neville struggled frantically, his fists flailing, trying desperately to get at Malfoy who looked, for a moment, extremely shocked.   'Help me!' Harry flung at Ron, managing to get an arm around Neville's neck and dragging him backwards, away from the Slytherins. Crabbe and Goyle were flexing their arms as they stepped in front of Malfoy, ready for the fight. Ron seized Neville's arms, and together he and Harry succeeded in dragging Neville back into the Gryffindor line. Neville's face was scarlet; the pressure Harry was exerting on his throat rendered him quite incomprehensible, but odd words spluttered from his mouth.   'Not... funny... don't... Mungo's... show... him...'

Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix - Pg 311

   'Talking about Michael and Ginny... what about Cho and you?'   'What d'you mean?' said Harry quickly.   It was as though boiling water was rising rapidly inside him; a burning sensation that was causing his face to smart in the cold - had he been that obvious?   'Well,' said Hermione, smiling slightly, 'she just couldn't keep her eyes off you, could she?'   Harry had never before appreciated just how beautiful the village of Hogsmeade was.

Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix - Pg 300

Two figures shrouded in hoods sat at a table in one of the windows; Harry might have thought them Dementors if they had not been talking in strong Yorkshire accents.

Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix - Pg 292

   'You don't know what it's like! You - neither of you - you've never had to face him, have you? You think it's just memorising a bunch of spells and throwing them at him, like you're in class or something? The whole time you're sure you know there's nothing between you and dying except your own - your own brain or guts or whatever - like you can think straight when you know you're about a nanosecond from being murdered, or tortured, or watching your friends die - they've never taught us that in their classes, what it's like to deal with things like that - and you two sit there acting like I'm a clever little boy to be standing here, alive, like Diggory was stupid, like he messed up - you just don't get it.'

Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix - Pg 253

   Something brushed his ankles. He looked down and saw the caretaker's skeletal grey cat, Mrs Norris, slinking past him. She turned lamplike yellow eyes on him for a moment before disappearing behind a statue of Wilfred the Wistful.   'I'm not doing anything wrong,' Harry called after her. She had the unmistakeable air of a cat that was off to report to her boss, yet Harry could not see why.

Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix - Pg 162

   Without warning, the scar on his forehead seared with pain again and his stomach churned horribly.   'Cut it out,' he said firmly, rubbing the scar as the pain receded.   'First sign of madness, talking to your own head,' said a sly voice from the empty picture on the wall.   Harry ignored it. He felt older than he had ever felt in his life and it seemed extraordinary to him that barely an hour ago he had been worried about a joke shop and who had got a prefect's badge.

Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix - Pg 39

   'Back?' whispered Aunt Petunia.   She was looking at Harry as she had never looked at him before. And all of a sudden, for the very first time in his life, Harry fully appreciated that Aunt Petunia was his mother's sister. He could not have said why this hit him so very powerfully at this moment. All he knew was that he was not the only person in the room who had an inkling of what Lord Voldemort being back might mean. Aunt Petunia had never in her life looked at him like that before. Her large, pale eyes (so unlike her sister's) were not narrowed in dislike or anger, they were wide and fearful. The furious pretence that Aunt Petunia had maintained all Harry's life - that there was no magic and no world other than the world she inhabited with Uncle Vernon - seemed to have fallen away.

The Fault in Our Stars - Pg 313

I love her. I am so lucky to love her, Van Houten. 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. I hope she likes hers.

I do, Augustus.
I do. 

The Fault in Our Stars - Pg 306

It was kind of a beautiful day, finally real summer in Indianapolis, warm and humid--the kind of weather that reminds you after a long winter that while the world wasn't built for humans, we were built for the world.

The Fault in Our Stars - Pg 272

"I was blind and heartbroken and didn't want to do anything and Gus burst into my room and shouted, 'I have wonderful news!' And I was like, 'I don't really want to hear wonderful news right now,' and Gus said, 'This is wonderful news you want to hear,' and I asked him, 'Fine, what is it?' and he said, 'You are going to live a good and long life filled with great and terrible moments that you cannot even imagine yet!'"

The Fault in Our Stars - Pg 260

"I can't talk about our love story, so I will talk about math. I am not a mathematician, but I know this: There are infinite numbers between 0 and 1. There's .1 and .12 and .112 and an infinite collection of others. Of course, there is a bigger infinite set of numbers between 0 and 2, or between 0 and a million. Some infinities are bigger than other infinities. A writer we used to like taught us that. There are days, many of them, when I resent the size of my unbounded set. I want more numbers than I'm likely to get, and God, I want more numbers for Augustus Waters than he got. But, Gus, my love, I cannot tell you how thankful I am for our little infinity. I wouldn't trade it for the world. You gave me a forever within the numbered days, and I'm grateful."

The Fault in Our Stars - Pg 245

This was the truth, a pitiful boy who desperately wanted not to be pitiful, screaming and crying, poisoned by an infected G-tube that kept him alive, but not alive enough. 

The Fault in Our Stars - Pg 238

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 the ruins of a city that didn't exist. 

The Fault in Our Stars - Pg 203

And then we were kissing. My hand let go of the oxygen cart and I reached up for his neck, and he pulled me up by my waist onto my tiptoes. As his parted lips met mine, I started to feel breathless in a new and fascinating way. The space around us evaporated, and for a weird moment I really liked my body; this cancer-ruined thing I'd spent years dragging around suddenly seemed worth the struggle, worth the chest tubes and PICC lines and the ceaseless bodily betrayal of the tumors. 

The Fault in Our Stars - Pg 202

"Augustus Waters," I said, looking up at him, thinking that you cannot kiss anyone in the Anne Frank House, and then thinking that Anne Frank, after all, kissed someone in the Anne Frank House, and that she would probably like nothing more than for her home to have become a place where the young and irreparably broken sink into love.

The Fault in Our Stars - Pg 202

Although it was his dream and not mine, I indulged it. He'd indulged mine, after all. "Our fearlessness shall be our secret weapon," I said. 

The Fault in Our Stars - Pg 200

"True," Lidewij said. "I do not know how you go on, without your family. I do not know." As I read about each of the seven who died, I thought of Otto Frank not being a father anymore, left with a diary instead of a wife and two daughters.

The Fault in Our Stars - Pg 178

   "How did you get so grown up that you understand things that confuse your ancient mother?" Mom asked. "It seems like just yesterday that I was telling seven-year-old Hazel why the sky was blue. You thought I was a genius back then."   "Why is the sky blue?" I asked.   "Cuz," she answered.

The Fault in Our Stars - Pg 171

I hadn't realized he'd thought about the book so much, that An Imperial Affliction mattered to Gus independently of me mattering to him. 

The Fault in Our Stars - Pg 143

   As the seats around the gate started to fill, Augustus said, "I'm gonna get a hamburger before we leave. Can I get you anything?"   "No," I said, "but I really appreciate your refusal to give in to breakfasty social conventions."   He tilted his head at me, confused. "Hazel has developed an issue with the ghettoization of scrambled eggs," Mom said.   "It's embarrassing that we all just walk through life blindly accepting that scrambled eggs are fundamentally associated with mornings."

The Fault in Our Stars - Pg 139

We stared at the house for a while. The weird thing about houses is that they almost always look like nothing is happening inside of them, even thought they contain most of our lives. I wondered if that was sort of the point of architecture. 

The Fault in Our Stars - Pg 123

"That's why I like you. Do you realize how rare it is to come across a hot girl who creates an adjectival version of the word pedophile? You are so busy being you that you have no idea how utterly unprecedented you are."

The Fault in Our Stars - Pg 121

   "Hi," I said.   "Hazel Grace," he said.   "Hi," I said again.   "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 particular life, and also the sky is depressing me, and there is this old swing set out here that my dad made for me when I was a kid."    "I must see this old swing set of tears immediately," he said. "I'll be over in twenty minutes."

The Fault in Our Stars - Pg 119

I laughed again, and told him that having most of your social engagements occur at a children's hospital also did not encourage promiscuity, and then we talked about Peter Van Houten's amazingly brilliant comment about the sluttiness of time, and even though I was in bed and he was in his basement, it really felt like we were back in that uncreated third space, which was a place I really liked visiting with him. 

The Fault in Our Stars - Pg 111

Everyone in this tale has a rock-solid hamartia: hers, that she is so sick; yours, that you are so well. Were she better or you sicker, then the stars would not be so terribly crossed, but it is the nature of stars to cross. 

The Fault in Our Stars - Pg 101

So of course I tensed up when he touched me. To be with him was to hurt him--inevitably. And that's what I'd felt as he reached for me: I'd felt as though I were committing an act of violence against him, because I was.

The Fault in Our Stars - Pg 99

   "You're being very teenagery today," Mom said. She seemed annoyed about it.   "Isn't this what you wanted, Mom? For me to be teenagery?"   "Well, not necessarily this kinda teenagery, but of course your father and I are excited to see you become a young woman, making friends, going on dates."   "I'm not going on dates, I said. "I don't want to go on dates with anyone. It's a terrible idea and a huge waste of time and--"   "Honey," my mom said. "What's wrong?"   "I'm like. Like. I'm like a grenade, Mom. I'm a grenade and at some point I'm going to blow up and I would like to minimize the casualties, okay?"   My dad tilted his head a little to the side, like a scolded puppy.    "I'm a grenade," I said again. "I just want to stay away from people and read books and think and be with you guys because there's nothing I can do about hurting you; you're too invested, so just please let me do that, okay? I'm not depressed. I don't need to get out more. And I can't be a regular teenager, because I'm a grenade."   "Hazel," Dad said, and then choked up.

The Fault in Our Stars - Pg 60

   "I kept saying 'always' to her today, 'always always always,' and she just kept talking over me and not saying it back. It was like I was already gone, you know? 'Always' was a promise! How can you just break the promise?"   "Sometimes people don't understand the promises they're making when they make them," I said.   Isaac shot me a look. "Right, of course. But you keep the promise anyway. That's what love is. Love is keeping the promise anyway. Don't you believe in true love?"   I didn't answer. I didn't have an answer. But I thought that if true love did exist, that was a pretty good definition of it. 

The Fault in Our Stars - Pg 45

Three years removed from proper full-time schoolic exposure to my peers, I felt a certain unbridgeable distance between us. I think my school friends wanted to help me through my cancer, but they eventually found out that they couldn't. For one thing, there was no through.

The Fault in Our Stars - Pg 23

He sighed in a way that made me wonder whether he was confident about the existence of someday.

The Fault in Our Stars - Pg 20

I felt this weird mix of disappointment and anger welling up inside of me. I don't even know what the feeling was, really, just that there was a lot of it, and I wanted to smack Augustus Waters and also replace my lungs with lungs that didn't suck at being lungs. 

The Fault in Our Stars - Pg 19

   "Imagine taking that last drive to the hospital," I said quietly. "The last time you'll ever drive a car."   Without looking over at me, Augustus said, "You're killing my vice here, Hazel Grace. I'm trying to observe young love in its many-splendored awkwardness."   "I think he's hurting her boob," I said.

The Fault in Our Stars - Pg 17

His every syllable flirted. Honestly, he kind of turned me on. I didn't even know that guys could turn me on--not, like, in real life. 

The Fault in Our Stars - Pg 13

After I finished, there was quite a long period of silence as I watched a smile spread all the way across Augustus's face--not the little crooked smile of the boy trying to be sexy while he stared at me, but his real smile, too big for his face. "Goddamn," Augustus said quietly. "Aren't you something else."

The Fault in Our Stars - Pg 12

"There will come a time," I said, "when all of us are dead. All of us. There will come a time when there are no human beings remaining to remember that anyone ever existed or that our species ever did anything. There will be no one left to remember Aristotle or Cleopatra, let alone you. Everything that we did and built and wrote and thought and discovered will be forgotten and all of this"--I gestured encompassingly--"will have been for naught. Maybe that time is coming soon and maybe it is millions of years away, but even if we survive the collapse of our sun, we will not survive forever. There was time before organisms experienced consciousness, and there will be time after. And if the inevitability of human oblivion worries you, I encourage you to ignore it. God knows that's what everyone else does."

The Fault in Our Stars - Pg 12

   "My fears?"   "Yes."   "I fear oblivion," he said without a moment's pause. "I fear it like the proverbial blind man who's afraid of the dark."   "Too soon," Isaac said, cracking a smile.   "Was that insensitive?" Augustus asked. "I can be pretty blind to other people's feelings."   Isaac was laughing, but Patrick raised a chastening finger and said, "Augustus, please. Let's return to you and your struggles."

The Fault in Our Stars - Pg 11

She said--as she had every other time I'd attended Support Group--that she felt strong, which felt like bragging to me as the oxygen-drizzling nubs tickled my nostrils.