They love their hair because they’re not smart enough to love something more interesting.

It is so hard to leave—until you leave. And then it is the easiest goddamned thing in the world.

I’m a grenade and at some point I’m going to blow up and I would like to minimize the casualties, okay?

At some point, you just pull off the Band-Aid, and it hurts, but then it’s over and you’re relieved.

You don’t get to choose if you get hurt in this world…but you do have some say in who hurts you. I like my choices.

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.

Thomas Edison’s last words were “”. I don’t know where there is, but I believe it’s somewhere, and I hope it’s beautiful.

It always shocked me when I realized that I wasn’t the only person in the world who thought and felt such strange and awful things.

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.

Books are the ultimate Dumpees: put them down and they’ll wait for you forever; pay attention to them and they always love you back.

Because you are beautiful. I enjoy looking at beautiful people, and I decided a while ago not to deny myself the simpler pleasures of existence

So I walked back to my room and collapsed on the bottom bunk, thinking that if people were rain, I was drizzle and she was a hurricane.

Maybe there’s something you’re afraid to say, or someone you’re afraid to love, or somewhere you’re afraid to go. It’s gonna hurt. It’s gonna hurt because it matters.

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

Francois Rabelais. He was a poet. And his last words were “I go to seek a Great Perhaps.” That’s why I’m going. So I don’t have to wait until I die to start seeking a Great Perhaps.

That’s always seemed so ridiculous to me, that people want to be around someone because they’re pretty. It’s like picking your breakfeast cereals based on color instead of taste.

What the hell is that?” I laughed.”It’s my fox hat.””Your fox hat?””Yeah, Pudge. My fox hat.””Why are you wearing your fox hat?” I asked.”Because no one can catch the motherfucking fox.

You can love someone so much…But you can never love people as much as you can miss them.

Maybe our favorite quotations say more about us than about the stories and people we’re quoting.

I’ll fight it. I’ll fight it for you. Don’t you worry about me, Hazel Grace. I’m okay. I’ll find a way to hang around and annoy you for a long time.