It is a good life, Hazel Grace.

Some tourists think Amsterdam is a city of sin, but in truth it is a city of freedom. And in freedom, most people find sin.

Amsterdam is like the rings of a tree: It gets older as you get closer to the center.

I feel like crying, so I must be crying, but it's impossible to tell because I'm underwater.

...And in freedom, most people find sin.

So I walked back to my room and collapsed on the bottom bunk, thinking that if people were rain, I was drizzle and she was a hurricane.

A taste so profound and complex that it can't even be compared to other tastes, only to emotions. Cheesy waffles, I was thinking, tastes like love without the fear of love's dissolution.

My thoughts are stars I cannot fathom into constellations.

The only way out of the labyrinth of suffering is to forgive.

All those paper people living in their paper houses, burning the future to stay warm.

I would always love Alaska Young, my crooked neighbor, with all my crooked heart.

Happiness is achieved when you stop waiting for your life to begin and start making the most of the moment you are in.

Beauty of trees is not judged by shape, size and species, then why ours?

We freeze up because we expect a certain result or because we want things to be perfect.

Friendship is inexplicable, it should not be explained if one doesn't want to kill it.

Enough people have now mentioned Bill Nye the Science Guy to me that I now desperately avoid it all costs.

The circus a place where horses, ponies and elephants are permitted to see men, women and children acting the fool.

It was morning by the clock but deepest nighttime in his body.

Sports are not about awards or world championships, though those are great. They're about the relationships we have with each other.

I don't settle. That's how I am.

Never put sofas against wall.