Grief Does Not Change You, Hazel. It

I Wanted To, You Know, Get My Story Out In The World, Which, It Turns Out, Is A Very Misguided Notion.

Some Wars," He Said Dismissively. "what Am I At War With? My Cancer. And What Is My Cancer? My Cancer Is Me. The Tumors Are Made Of Me. They're Made Of Me As Surely As My Brain And My Heart Is Made Of Me. It Is A Civil War, Hazel Grace, With A Predetermined Winner.

Every Year, Many, Many Stupid People Graduate From College. And If They Can Do It, So Can You.

Reading Forces You To Be Quiet In A World That No Longer Makes Place For That.

I Thought You Hung The Moon.