The Fault in Our Stars

You have a choice in this world, I believe, about how to tell sad stories, and we made the funny choice:

Sometimes, you read a book and it fills you with this weird evangelical zeal, and you become convinced that the shattered world will never be put back together unless and until all living humans read the book.

I fell in love the way you fall asleep: slowly, and then all at once.

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

God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, the courage to change the things I can, and the wisdom to know the difference.

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

I took a few breaths and went back to the page. “I can’t talk about our love story, so I will talk about math. I am not a mathematician, but I know this: There are infinite numbers between 0 and 1. There’s .1 and .12 and .112 and an infinite collection of others. Of course, there is a bigger infinite set of numbers between 0 and 2, or between 0 and

You are so busy being you that you have no idea how utterly unprecedented you are.”

There is no honor in dying of.”