If Drunk Were Cookies, I'd Be Famous

There Are Always Answers. We Just Have To Be Smart Enough.

What Is The Point Of Being Alive If You Don't At Least Try To Do Something Remarkable?

Above Us, The Wind Blew And The Branching Shadows Rearranged Themselves On Our Skin. Gus Squeezed My Hand. "it Is A Good Life, Hazel Grace.

We Are As Indestructible As We Believe Ourselves To Be.

I Spent Your Wish On That Doucheface,” I Said Into His Chest. “hazel Grace. No. I Will Grant You That You Did Spend My One And Only Wish, But You Did Not Spend It On Him. You Spent It On Us.