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You put the killing thing right between your teeth, but you don’t give it the power to do its killing.”
“I love it when you talk medical to me,”
“Maybe okay will be our always.”
“You’re always such a disappointment, Augustus. Couldn’t you have at least gotten orange tomatoes?”
You do not immortalize the lost by writing about them. Language buries, but does not resurrect.
She wishes to spare you pain, and you should let her.
You are so busy being you that you have no idea how utterly unprecedented you are.”
As he read, I fell in love the way you fall asleep: slowly, and then all at once.
A banger of a line
You have a choice in this world, I believe, about how to tell sad stories, and we made the funny choice:
“I lit up like a Christmas tree, Hazel Grace. The lining of my chest, my left hip, my liver, everywhere.”
“I guess I had a hamartia after all.”
Some infinities are bigger than other infinities.
I kept kind of hoping that he’d look over at me and say, “Oh, Hazel Grace. How’d you get here?”
The great love of my life has a malfunctioning G-tube.”
Augustus Waters of the crooked smiles and unsmoked cigarettes was gone, replaced by this desperate humiliated creature sitting there beneath me.
But, Gus, my love, I cannot tell you how thankful I am for our little infinity.
You gave me a forever within the numbered days, and I’m grateful.”
Augustus Waters died eight days after his prefuneral,
everything inside of me collapsed.
The only person I really wanted to talk to about Augustus Waters’s death was Augustus Waters.
It was unbearable. The whole thing. Every second worse than the last.
The marks humans leave are too often scars.
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.
