John Green

The problem, of course, is that there's no way of knowing that your last good day is your Last Good Day. At the time, it's just another good day.

I know what happens a the end of falling-landing

That's the thing about pain, it demands to be felt.

(I didn__ tell him that thediagnosis came three months after I got my first period. Like: Congratulations! You__e a woman. Now die.)

Chip, she__ gone,_ and he said, __ thought I__ feel her looking down on us, but you__e right. She__ just gone

To die is different from what anyone supposed, and luckier.

There is only one things in this world shittier than biting it from cancer when you're sixteen, and that's having a kid who bites it from cancer.

That__ part of what I like about the book in some ways. It portrays death truthfully. You die in the middle of your life, in the middle of a sentence

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.

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

Lonely, Vaguely Pedophilic Swing Set Seeks the Butts of Children.

Teenagers think they are invincible_ with that sly, stupid smile on their faces, they don__ know how right they are. We need never be hopeless, because we can never be irreparably broken. We think that we are invincible because we are. We cannot be born, and we cannot die. Like all energy, we can only change shapes and sizes and manifestations. They forget that when they get old. They get scared of losing and failing. But that part of us greater than the sum of our parts cannot begin and cannot end, and so it cannot fail.

I wondered if hurdlers ever thought, you know, "This would go faster if we just got rid of the hurdles.

The next morning I had Twentieth-Century American Poetry at MCC. This old woman gave a lecture wherein she managed to talk for ninety minutes about Sylvia Plath without ever once quoting a single word of Sylvia Plath.

One swing set, well worn but structurally sound, seeks new home. Make memories with your kid or kids so that someday he or she or they will look into the backyard and feel the ache of sentimentality as desperately as I did this afternoon. It's all fragile and fleeting, dear reader, but with this swing set, your child(ren) will be introduced to the ups and downs of human life gently and safely, and may also learn the most important lesson of all: No matter how hard you kick, no matter how high you get, you can't go all the way around.

The only way out of the labyrinth of suffering is to forgive

If people were rain, I'd be a drizzle and she'd be a hurricane.

[I]t occurred to me that the voracious ambition of humans is never sated by dreams coming true, because there is always the thought that everything might be done better and again.