The Fault in Our Stars

by John Green

His voice was low, smoky, and dead sexy. “My name is Augustus Waters,”

“I’m on a roller coaster that only goes up, my friend.”

Without Pain, How Could We Know Joy? (This is an old argument in the field of Thinking About Suffering, and its stupidity and lack of sophistication could be plumbed for centuries, but suffice it to say that the existence of broccoli does not in any way affect the taste of chocolate.)

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.”

This is one of my favorites 😍

“A drink this good deserves one’s best posture,”

Gus squeezed my hand. “It is a good life, Hazel Grace.”

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The only person I really wanted to talk to about Augustus Waters’s death was Augustus Waters.