The Fault in Our Stars - John Green

. Cancer kids are essentially side effects of the relentless mutation that made diversity of life on earth possible.

. … whatever, they always list depression among the side effects of cancer. But, in fact, depression is not a side effect of cancer. Depression is a side effect of dying. (Cancer is also a side effect of dying. Almost everything is, really).

. “All salvation is temporary” Augustus shot back. “I bought them a minute. Maybe that’s the minute that buys them an hour, which is the hour that buys them a year”.

. “No, it’s OK,” I told her. If we’d put them in a vase in the living room, they would have been everyone’s flowers. I wanted them to be my flowers”.

. I told myself that imagining a met in my brain or my shoulder would not affect the invisible reality going on inside of me, and that therefore all such thoughts were wasted moments in a life composed of a definitionally finite set of such moments.

. There’s nothing easy about this for any of us, but you take your humor where you can get it.

. Were she better or you sicker, then the stars would not be so terribly crossed, but it is the nature of stars to cross.

. … thinking that I would give up all the sick days I had left for a few healthy ones.

. … that I was living with cancer not dying of it.

. “All efforts to save me from you will fail”, he said.

. Even then, it hurt. The pain was always there, pulling me inside of myself, demanding to be felt.

. “You know how to shut me up, Hazel Grace”. “It’s my privilege and my responsibility” I answered.

. … And in freedom, most people find sin.

. “People always get used to beauty, though”.

. …we saw pages form Anne’s diary, and also her unpublished book of quotations. The quote book happened to be turned to a page of Shakespeare quotations. For who so firm that cannot be seduced? she’d written.

. … and only now that I loved a grenade did I understand the foolishness of trying to save others from my own impending fragmentation: I couldn’t unlove Augustus Waters. And I didn’t want to.

. It seemed like forever ago, like we’d had this brief but still infinite forever. Some infinities are bigger than other infinities.

. But, Gus, my love, I cannot tell you how thankful I am for our little infinity. I wouldn’t trade it for the world. You gave me a forever within the numbered days, and I’m grateful”.

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

. I could imagine it. I could remember it. But I couldn’t see it again, and it 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.

. … little kids figuring out how to be alive, how to navigate a world that was not built for them by navigating a playground that was.

. The marks humans leave are too often scars.

. … tried to imagine a world without us and for about one second I was a good enough person to hope she died so she would never know that I was going, too. But then I wanted more time so we could fall in love. I got my wish I suppose. I left my scar.