Character: Hazel Grace Lancaster. Page 1

- Mom. Sleep. Struggling. S. Cancer.
- Expensive, but there are lectures that I must attend. Also today... In my mother's voice distinctly felt jubilation.
- Thursday?
Don't you remember?
- Well do not remember, but what?
Thursday, the twenty-ninth of March! literally, she yelled with a crazy smile on his face.
- Are you glad that you know the date? - I shouted in her tone.
- Hazel! Today is your thirty-third half-birthday!

- What, still cool to go to the Mall?
- I am very proud of their ignorance of what is cool and what is not.

As a child I did not read serial literature, and to live in an infinite fiction was interesting.

I thought about the word "force" and all the back-breaking than strong enough to cope.

Oh, my God, you are the best person in the world, ' I marveled.
- I bet you say that to all the guys that Fund you overseas, ' he replied.

I usually forget about it, but the stark truth in the following: parents can, and happy that I have them, but I was the alpha and omega of their suffering.

- You try so hard to be yourself, do not even realize how unique you are.
I took a deep breath of air through his nose. The world is always not enough air, but at that moment I felt it particularly acute.

- To be honest - I said, - you also did with Monica is not very nice.
- What is this I don't do that? - he bristled.
- Well, how? Picked up and went blind!
It's not my fault, ' replied Isaac.
I'm not saying it's your fault. I say it wasn't pretty.

Her main reason for living and my main reason for living are closely intertwined.

According to mom's plan, a few hours of flight we were supposed to sleep through to landing at eight in the morning, to go to the city ready to suck out all the marrow of life - in the sense to get away from it all.

- In every living we have fourteen dead. I was looking for this information a couple of years ago. I was wondering, is it possible to remember all. Well, if you organize and fix every living a certain number of deaths, there will be enough of the living to remember the dead?
- How enough?
- Of course, anyone able to remember the fourteen names. But we mourn unorganized, so many memorized Shakespeare and no one remembers the man he devoted his Fifty-fifth sonnet.

- How much do you think just died?
- How many fictional characters died in a fictional movie? Not enough, ' he joked.
- No, I mean, generally how many people died in history?
- I happen to know the exact answer, ' replied Gus. - Now there are over seven billion living and about ninety-eight billion dead.

- I think eternity is a flawed concept - I replied.
- You're the incorrect concept, a self - styled he said.
- I know. So I withdrew from the circle of life.

I came up with the idiotic idea that my pink panties are not combined with a purple bra. You'd think boys even notice such things.