Light, The Visible Reminder Of Invisible Light.

If People Could See Me The Way I See Myself - If They Could Live In My Memories - Would Anyone Love Me?

This Star Won't Go Out. And It Won't. We Won't Let It.

Imagining The Future Is A Kind Of Nostalgia.

You Just Gotta Tell Her, Man,’ I Said. ‘you Just Gotta Say, “angela, I Really Like You, But There’s Something You Need To Know: When We Go To My House And Hook Up, We’ll Be Watched By The Twenty-four Hundred Eyes Of Twelve Hundred Black Santas.

That's What We Should Do, Hazel Grace: We Should Team Up And Be This Disabled Vigilante Duo Roaring Through The World, Righting Wrongs, Defending The Weak, Protecting The Endangered.