A Paper Town For A Paper Girl.

I Hated Being Careful, Too - Or Wanted To, At Least.

Maybe 'okay' Will Be Our 'always

She Was Up And Down—from Fire And Brimstone To Smoke And Ashes.

I'm Sorry. I Know You Loved Her. It Was Hard Not To.

Wow,” I Said. “are You Making This Up?” “hazel Grace, Could I, With My Meager Intellectual Capacities, Make Up A Letter From Peter Van Houten Featuring Phrases Like ‘our Triumphantly Digitized Contemporaneity’?” “you Could Not,” I Allowed. “can I, Can I Have The Email Address?” “of Course,” Augustus Said, Like It Was Not The Best Gift Ever.