And Then Something Invisible Snapped Insider Her,

She Fell Apart Because That's What Happens.

Some Wars," He Said Dismissively. "what Am I At War With? My Cancer. And What Is My Cancer? My Cancer Is Me. The Tumors Are Made Of Me. They're Made Of Me As Surely As My Brain And My Heart Is Made Of Me. It Is A Civil War, Hazel Grace, With A Predetermined Winner.

Half-drunk On Well-creamed Gas Station Coffee And The Exhilarating Loneliness Of A Freeway In Nighttime.

Do The Thing You're Good At. Not Many People Are Lucky Enough To Be So Good At Something.

She Was Loved Deeply, But Not Widely