The Fault in Our Stars

by John Green

“The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars / But in ourselves.”

The weird thing about houses is that they almost always look like nothing is happening inside of them, even though they contain most of our lives.

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.