“Me: If you want me to be a teenager, don’t send me to Support Group. Buy me a fake ID so I can go to clubs, drink vodka, and take pot. Mom: You don’t take pot, for starters. Me: See, that’s the kind of thing I’d know if you got me a fake ID.” (page 7) Very funny. She’s very funny. They both are.
“Thank you for explaining that my eye cancer isn’t going to make me deaf. I feel so fortunate that an intellectual giant like yourself would deign to operate on me.” (page 15) Classic Isaac.
“‘Did that boy give it to you?’ she asked out of nowhere. ‘By it, do you mean herpes?’ [that was Hazel] ‘You are too much,’ Mom said. ‘The book, Hazel. I mean the book.'” (page 39)
“I was kidding, Hazel Grace. I understand. (But we both know that okay is a very flirty word. Okay is BURSTING with sensuality.” (page 102) Sure Augustus. Whatever you say.
“Were she better or you sicker, then the stars would not be so terribly crossed, but it is the nature of stars to cross, and never was Shakespeare more wrong than when he had Cassius note, ‘The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars / But in ourselves.'” (page 111) The first mention of the title. For some reason this had a huge impact on me.
“That’s why I like you. Do you realize how rare it is to come across a hot girl who creates an adjectival version of the word pedophile? You are so busy being you that you have no idea how utterly unprecedented you are.” (page 123) Yeah, Hazel’s pretty awesome, isn’t she.
“As he read, I fell in love the way you fall asleep: slowly, and then all at once.” (page 125) You know what’s interesting? Two very different things have both been compared to falling asleep in literature. In Harry Potter 7, referring to his death in Harry Potter 5, Sirius Black says that death is ‘faster and easier than falling asleep.’ So both death and love are like sleep, I guess.
“‘Keep your shit together,’ I whispered to my lungs.” (page 128) There is much talking to the lungs. Because they are crap lungs who cannot do their job.
“Good. I’ve gotten really hot since you went blind.” (page 130) More Hazel lols.
“I’m not saying it was your fault. I’m just saying it wasn’t nice.” (page 135) I think this is an interesting statement. I have a deep interest in what things are faults, and whose. So I agree with this statement. It’s people’s natural reaction to say something is not their fault, to shift the blame away from themselves first, before considering other people’s reactions or perhaps the effects of whatever the action was. That’s exactly what Isaac was doing. It wasn’t about whose fault it was at all. It was about his girlfriend Monica’s reaction to his blindness.
“I’m in love with you, and I’m not in the business of denying myself the simple pleasure of saying true things. I’m in love with you, and I know that love is just a shout into the void, and that oblivion is inevitable, and that we’re all doomed and that there will come a day when all our labor has been returned to dust, and I know the sun will swallow the only earth we’ll ever have, and I am in love with you.” (page 153)
“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.” (page 157) Who knew taxi drivers could be so philosophical?
“Oh, I wouldn’t mind, Hazel Grace. It would be a privilege to have my heart broken by you.” (page 176) Privilege.
“My thoughts are stars I cannot fathom into constellations.” (311) This is my brain so often.
“Okay.” (like a million places in the book) It means a lot. It really does.
“She was loved deeply but not widely.” (page 312) An interesting concept, don’t you think? I knew what it meant, but I had never heard it put into terms quite like this.
“When the scientists of the future show up at my house with robot eyes and they tell me to try them on, I will tell the scientists to screw off, because I do not want to see a world without him.” (258) Oh, Isaac. Oh, Isaac.
“Because you’re beautiful. I enjoy looking at beautiful people, and I decided a while ago not to deny myself the simpler pleasures of existence.” (page 16) This is basically my new motto.
“‘There will come a time,’ I said, ‘when all of us are dead. All of us. There will come a time when there are no human beings remaining to remember that anyone ever existed or that our species ever did anything. There will be no one left to remember Aristotle or Cleopatra, let alone you. Everything that we did and built and wrote and thought and discovered will be forgotten and all of this’- I gestured encompassingly- ‘will have been for naught. Maybe that time is coming soon and maybe it is millions of years away, but even if we survive the collapse of our sun, we will not survive forever. There was time before organisms experience consciousness, and there will be time after. And if the inevitability of human oblivion worries you, I encourage you to ignore it. God knows that’s what everyone else does.'” (page 13) Hazel is…a genius.
“The world is not a wish-granting factory.” (Many places) I love this quote.