The only person I really wanted to talk about Augustus Waters was Augustus Waters.

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.

I liked that he was a tenured professor in the Department of Slightly Crooked Smiles with a dual appointments in the Department of Having a Voice that Made My Skin Feel More Like Skin.

Oh, I wouldn't mind, Hazel Grace. It would be a privilege to have my heart broken by you.

I'll fight it. I'll fight it for you. Don't you worry about me, Hazel Grace. I'm okay. I'll find a way to hang around and annoy you for a long time.

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

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

No matter how hard you kick, no matter how high you get, you can't go all the way around.

It's not life or death, the labyrinth. Suffering. Doing wrong and having wrong things happen to you.

That's the thing about pain, it demands to be felt.

You don't get to choose if you get hurt in this world...but you do have some say in who hurts you. I like my choices.

If you feel that you can solve others problems, then please, work little more on your own problems and solve them first.

Beware of those who would pay you lip service but refuse to put their money where their mouths are.

The whole crew sat on the deck, without a storm or a monster attack to worry about for the first time in days, and ate ice cream. Well, except for Frank, who was lactose intolerant. He got an apple.

There's no place for mob justice in Afghanistan.

Gertrude Stein said, "I write for myself and strangers." I would say I write for myself, strangers and the great dead.

I've always had this thing where I've always seen my parents as people, from a very young age.

I was never more alive than when the Dark Passenger was driving.

One ought to look a good deal at oneself before thinking of condemning others.

I have a magpie mind. I like anything that glitters.

The man who thinks only of his own generation is born for few.