“You are fairly smart," I said after a while."You are fairly good at compliments," he answered.”

“It’s not fair,” I said. “It’s just so goddamnedunfair.”“The world,” he said, “is not a wishgrantingfactory,”

“To be fair to Monica," I said, "what you did to her wasn't very nice either.""What'd I do to her?" he asked, defensive."You know, going blind and everything.""But that's not my fault," Isaac said."I'm not saying it was your fault. I'm saying it wasn't nice.”

“Thanks for not trying to see me when I looked like hell.”“To be fair, you still look pretty bad.”

“Augustus," I said. "Really. You don't have to do this.""Sure I do," he said. "I found my Wish.""God, you're the best," I told him."I bet you say that to all the boys who finance your international travel," he answered.”

“Are you currently at your house?" he asked."Um, no," I said."That was a trick question. I knew the answer, because I am currently at your house.”

“Qualities of a Good Nurse: Go," I said."1. Doesn't pun on your disability," Isaac said."2. Gets blood on the first try," I said."Seriously, that is huge. I mean is this my freaking arm or a dartboard? 3. No condescending voice.""How are you doing, sweetie?" I asked, cloying. "I'm going to stick you with a needle now. There might be a little ouchie.""Is my wittle fuffywump sickywicky?" he answered. "Most of them are good, actually. I just want to get the hell out of this place.”