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.