“Tell me my copy is missing the last twenty pages or something.Hazel Grace, tell me I have not reached the end of this book.OH MY GOD DO THEY GET MARRIED OR NOT OH MY GOD WHAT IS THIS?!”

“Science tells me God must exist. My mind tells me I will never understand God. And my heart tells me I am not meant to.”

“Most of all I grieve for my soul because even though I do, finally, believe there is a God, and that I have met him, I do not know if he has given me an immortal soul, but only one that was to last me as long as my body lasted. I do not know if when the last page of my book is closed, that will be the end of me.”

“Mom, I have to tell you something,”...... “Oh my God, you’re pregnant.”

“If there is no god, what is left but science? What is left to endow us with any grace? You can tell me the chemical makeup of my skin and my brain, but how can you explain away my soul? And if there is no god to watch over me, chastise me, grieve for me, rejoice for me, make me fear, and make me wonder, what am I but a collection of metals and liquids with nothing to celebrate about my daily living?”

“Tell me the name of your best friend. (Sunshine)Wulf Tryggvason. (Talon)Oh my God, you just answered a question. I think the world may end over it. (Sunshine)”