The Fault in Our Stars

by John Green

I laughed. He shook his head, just looking at me. “What?” I asked. “Nothing,” he said. “Why are you looking at me like that?” Augustus half smiled. “Because you’re beautiful. I enjoy looking at beautiful people,

“That’s the thing about pain,” Augustus said, and then glanced back at me. “It demands to be felt.”

I fell in love the way you fall asleep: slowly, and then all at once.

“I’m in love with you, and I’m not in the business of denying myself the simple pleasure of saying true things. I’m in love with you, and I know that love is just a shout into the void, and that oblivion is inevitable, and that we’re all doomed and that there will come a day when all our labor has been returned to dust, and I know the sun will swallow the only earth we’ll ever have, and I am in love with you.”

“Nostalgia is a side effect of cancer,”