Character: Hazel Grace Lancaster

I can't talk about our love, so I'm going to talk about math. I'm not very strong in it, but I know one thing: there are an infinite number of numbers between zero and one. There are one tenth, twelve hundredths, one hundred and twelve thousandths and so on. Of course, between zero and two or zero and a million, there are an infinite number larger - some infinities are larger than other infinities.
There are days, and there are many days like that, when I feel resentment and anger because of the size of my personal infinity. I would like to have more numbers than I probably have, and oh my God, I would wholeheartedly want more numbers for Augustus Waters, but Gus, my love, cannot express how grateful I am to you for our little infinity. I wouldn't exchange it for the whole world. You gave me eternity, in a matter of days. Thank you.

- What's your story? he asked, sitting down on the bed at a safe distance.
- I already told you. I was diagnosed when I was...
- No, not history of the disease. Your story. Interests, Hobbies, passions, fetishes and the like.
- Hmm, - I thought.
- Don't tell me you're one of those who turned in their own illness. I know a lot. This is just so frustrating. Cancer - growing business involved in the absorption of people, but why give him parole?

On the shirt was a print of the famous painting by surrealist Rene Magritte: he painted a pipe and signed in italics: "C'est n'est pas une pipe" ("This is not a pipe").
- I do not understand this t-shirt, mom said.
- Peter van Houten understand, believe me. It is a thousand times recalls Magritte in "the Royal disease".
But it is a pipe.
- No, not a pipe - I said. Is the picture tube. You know? Any images of things are inherently abstract. It's very subtle.

After that, I suddenly realized that there is nobody more to call, and it was the saddest of all. The only person I wanted to talk about the death of Augustus waters, he was Augustus waters.

- Go to the movies?
What? Um... I'm free only at weekends, and...
- No, come on now?
- And suddenly you're a serial killer?!
- Yes, it is quite possible... Come on, hazel grace, take a chance.
- You what? It's awful!
What?
- You think it's cool, or what? You ruined it.
- All?
- Yes, everything. And so all was well. Without Hamachi does not? Your like that you have cancer, but are you ready to enrich tobacco companies to get more cancer. You know, the inability to breathe is awful. Really horrible.
Hamartia?
- Fatal flaw.
- Ah, fatal. Hazel grace, they don't hurt while they're not lit.
- M?
- I don't turn on. It is a metaphor. You put the thing that kills between your teeth but don't give the chance to kill you. Metaphor.

On "okay" will be our "forever"?
Okay.

- Nostalgia is a side effect of cancer, ' I reminded her.
- No, nostalgia is a side effect of dying, he said.

The world lives its own life, even if I'm doing this half-heartedly.

That's what the mother can do is to fan any excuse for a holiday. Today Is Tree Day! Let's hug the trees and eat cake! Columbus brought the Indians smallpox, a picnic in honor of this event!

He overtook me, squaring his shoulders and straightening her back. He just barely dragged his right foot, but confidently and smoothly marched on, and as I have purposed, prosthesis. Osteosarcoma usually take a limb. Then, if she likes you, she picks up the rest.

I fell in love with him like falling asleep: slowly at first and then at one time.

You gave me a forever in a matter of days...

Pain wants to be felt.
Pain wants to be felt.

I've always liked people with two names - you can choose to call: Gus or Augustus. I have always been hazel, hazel mandatory.