John Green

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

I wasn't disappointed. My expectations had been met.

She noted, more than once, that the meteor shower was happening, beyond the overcast sky, even if we could not see it. Who cares if she can kiss? She can see through the clouds.

We are living the American Dream, which is, of course, to benefit from someone else__ misfortune.

Some infinities are bigger than other infinities"- The Fault in our Stars

More than anything, I felt the unfairness of it, the inarguable injustice of loving someonewho might have loved you back but can't due to deadness, and then I leaned forward, my forehead against the back of Takumi's headrest, and Icried, whimpering, and I didn't even feel sadness so much as pain.

I didn't know what to say to her - I was caught in a love triangle with one dead side.

We told Mom about the Anne Frank House, leaving out the kissing."Did you go back to chez Van Houten afterward?" Mom asked.Augustus didn't even give me time to blush."Nah, we just hung out at a café. Hazel amused me with some Venn diagram humor."He glanced at me. God, he was sexy.

The afternoon light brightening the green in her eyes, her tan skin the last memory of fall

She__ adorable ._ __ow would you know?_ ____ gay, not blind. Her hair__ all poofy and she__ got a great nose. I mean, a great nose. And, what? What do you people like? Boobs? She seems to have boobs. They seem to be of approximately normal boob size. What else do you want?

I think if you went back to the eighteenth century and you asked a fifteen year old boy, 'Would you like to marry a woman who has had plastic bags needlessly inserted into her breasts?', that fifteen year old boy would probably be like, 'what's plastic?'.

At some point we all look up and realize we are lost in a maze.

We care about the dead. We try with our lives to honor theirs. That__ how we make our lives meaningful, and how we make their lives meaningful, too.

There were five others before they got to him. He smiled a little when his turn came. His voice was low, smoky, and dead sexy. __y name is Augustus Waters,_ he said. ____ seventeen. I had a little touch of osteosarcoma a year and a half ago, but I__ just here today at Isaac__ request.___nd how are you feeling?_ asked Patrick.__h, I__ grand._ Augustus Waters smiled with a corner of his mouth. ____ on a roller coaster that only goes up, my friend.

I just want to be enough for you, but I never can be. This can never be enough for you. But this is all you get. You get me, and your family, and this world. This is your life. I'm sorry if it sucks. But you're not going to be the first man on Mars and you're not going to be an NBA star, and you're not going to hunt Nazis.

I mean, he was something that happened to me, you know? But before he was this minor figure in the drama of my life he was - you know, the central figure in the drama of his own life.

Honestly, I don't even like my type of girl that much, let alone other types. Not that I'm asexual or something - I just find Romance Drama unbearable.

And, since they are theater people, they are all talking. All of them. Simultaneously. They do not need to be heard; they only need to be speaking.