That smile could end wars and cure cancer.

“How will we ever get out of this labyrinth of suffering?”

“Hazel Grace,” he said.“Hi,” I said. “How are you?”“Grand,” he said. “I have bee…”

“What?" I asked."Nothing," he said."Why are you looking at me like that?"Augustu…”

“I would always love Alaska Young, my crooked neighbor, with all my crooked hear…”