John Green, The Fault in Our Stars

"If you don't live a life in service of a greater good, you've gotta at least die a death in service of a greater good, you know? And I fear that I won't get either a life or a death that means anything."

"Neither novels or their readers benefit from any attempts to divine whether any facts hide inside a story. Such efforts attack the very idea that made-up stories can matter, which is sort of the foundational assumption of our species."

"I'm in love with you, and I'm not in the business of denying myself the simple pleasure of saying true things."

"You have a choice in this world, I believe, about how to tell sad stories, and we made the funny choice."

"You do not immortalize the lost by writing about them. Language buries, but does not resurrect."

"there is no shortage of fault to be found amid our stars"

"The world is not a wish-granting factory."

"But I believe in true love, you know? I don't believe that everybody gets to keep their eyes or not get sick or whatever, but everybody should have true love, and it should last at least as long as your life does."

"Some people don't understand the promises they're making when they make them,"I said."Right, of course. But you keep the promise anyway. That's what love is. Love is keeping the promise anyway."

"Maybe 'Okay' will be our 'always'..."

"I didn't tell him that the diagnosis came three months after I got my first period. Like: Congratulations! You're a woman. Now die."

"You don't get to choose if you get hurt in this world...but you do have some say in who hurts you. I like my choices."

"I told Augustus the broad outline of my miracle: diagnosed with Stage IV thyroid cancer when I was thirteen. (I didn’t tell him that the diagnosis came three months after I got my first period. Like: Congratulations! You’re a woman. Now die.)"

"You realize that trying to keep your distance from me will not lessen my affection for you. All efforts to save me from you will fail."

"I don't care if the New York Times writes an obituary for me. I just want you to write one. ... You say you're not special because the world doesn't know about you, but that's an insult to me. I know about you."

"You do not immortalize the lost by writing about them. Language buries, but does not resurrect."

"But it is the nature of stars to cross, and never was Shakespeare more wrong than when he has Cassius note, ‘The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars / But in ourselves."

"Sometimes, you read a book and it fills you with this weird evangelical zeal, and you become convinced that the shattered world will never be put back together unless and until all living humans read the book. And then there are books like An Imperial Affliction, which you can't tell people about, books so special and rare and yours that advertising your affection feels like betrayal"

"Headline?"he asked."'Swing Set Needs Home,'"I said."'Desperately Lonely Swing Set Needs Loving Home,'"he said."'Lonely, Vaguely Pedophilic Swing Set Seeks the Butts of Children,'"I said."

"Maybe 'okay' will be our 'always"