“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.”
“That’s part of what I like about the book in some ways. It portrays death truthfully. You die in the middle of your life, in the middle of a sentence”
“You are so busy being YOU that you have no idea how utterly unprecedented you are.”
“Sometimes, you read a book and it fills you with this weird evangelical zeal, and you become convinced that the shattered world will never be put back together unless and until all living humans read the book. And then there are books like An Imperial Affliction, which you can't tell people about, books so special and rare and yours that advertising your affection feels like betrayal”
“You realize that trying to keep your distance from me will not lessen my affection for you. All efforts to save me from you will fail.”
“There will come a time 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 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 experienced 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.”
“Grief does not change you, Hazel. It reveals you.”
“My thoughts are stars I cannot fathom into constellations.”
“As he read, I fell in love the way you fall asleep: slowly, and then all at once.”
“That's the thing about pain," Augustus said, and then glanced back at me. "It demands to be felt”
“Maybe 'okay' will be our 'always'”
“But it is the nature of stars to cross, and never was Shakespeare more wrong than when he has Cassius note, ‘The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars / But in ourselves.”
“The real heroes anyway aren't the people doing things; the real heroes are the people NOTICING things, paying attention.”
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