"The fault in our stars"

<Chapter One>

...of course there is alwasy a hamartia and yoursis that oh, my God, even though you HAD FREAKING CANCER you give money to a company in exchange for the chance to acquire YET MORE CANCER.

And I've never lit one. It's a metaphor, see: You put the killing thing right between your teeth, but you don't give it the power to do its killing. 

<Chapter Four>

 

That's the thing about pain...It demands to be felt.

 

<Chapter Five>

 

Worry is yet another side effect of dying.

<Chapter Seven>

 

"The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars

But in ourselves"

 

 

The living, thank heaven, retain the bability to surprise and to disappoint.

<Chapter Eleven>

It would be a privilege to have my heart broken by you.