John Green, The Fault in Our Stars

"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."

"The real heroes anyway aren't the people doing things; the real heroes are the people NOTICING things, paying attention."

"Some tourists think Amsterdam is a city of sin, but in truth it is a city of freedom. And in freedom, most people find sin."

"Some infinities are bigger than other infinities."

"Books so special and rare and yours that advertising your affection feels like a betrayal."

"Maybe 'okay' will be our 'always"

"We were very different, and we disagreed about a lot of things, but he was always so interesting, you know?"

"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."

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

"My thoughts are stars I cannot fathom into constellations."

"The thing about dead people... The thing is you sound like a bastard if you don't romanticize them, but the truth is... complicated, I guess."

"He specialized in the murder of dreams, Hazel Grace..."

"I'll fight it. I'll fight it for you. Don't you worry about me, Hazel Grace. I'm okay. I'll find a way to hang around and annoy you for a long time."

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

"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."

"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."

"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."

"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."

"Grief does not change you, Hazel. It reveals you."

"Because there is no glory in illness. There is no meaning to it. There is no honor in dying of."