fault But three years removed from proper full-time schoolic exposure to my peers, I felt a certain unbridgeable distance between us. I think my school friends wanted to help me through my cancer, but they eventually found out that they couldn't. For one thing, there was no 'through'. (*61)

Augustus stepped toward him and looked down. “Feel better?” he asked. “No,” Isaac mumbled, his chest heaving. “That’s the thing about pain,” Augustus said, and then glanced back at me. “It demands to be felt.” (*82)

“The thing about eggs, though,” he said, “is that breakfastization gives the scrambled egg a certain sacrality, right? You can get yourself some bacon or Cheddar cheese anywhere anytime, from tacos to breakfast sandwiches to grilled cheese, but scrambled eggs—they’re important.” “I’m just saying: Maybe scrambled eggs are ghettoized, but they’re also special. They have a place and a time, like church does.” (*187)

“Sir, you can’t smoke on this plane. Or any plane.” “I don’t smoke,” he explained, the cigarette dancing in his mouth as he spoke. “But—” “It’s a metaphor,” I explained. “He puts the killing thing in his mouth but doesn't give it the power to kill him.” (*219)

“I don’t want your pity,” I said. “Like all sick children,” he answered dispassionately, “you say you don’t want pity, but your very existence depends upon it.” (*278)

“Easy comfort isn't comforting,” I said. ---

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

“The world is not a wish-granting factory.” ---

“The marks humans leave are too often scars.” (*435)

“As he read, I fell in love the way you fall asleep: slowly, and then all at once.”

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