about the blogger [three/fifteen] relationships: Hazel & Augustus “She is so beautiful. You don’t get tired of looking at her. You never worry if she is smarter than you, you know she is. She is funny without ever being mean. I love her. I am so lucky to love her, Van Houten. You don’t get to choose if you get hurt in this world, old man, but you do have some say in who hurts you. I like my choices. I hope she likes hers.”
“— I’m a grenade and at some point I’m going to blow up and I would like to minimize the casualties, okay? — 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 are infinite numbers between 0 and 1. There’s .1 and .12 and .112 and an infinite collection of others. Of course, there is a bigger infinite set of numbers between 0 and 2, or between 0 and a million. Some infinities are bigger than other infinities. A writer we used to like taught us that. There are days, many of them, when I resent the size of my unbounded set. I want more numbers than I’m likely to get, and God, I want more numbers for Augustus Waters than he got. But, Gus, my love, I cannot tell you how thankful I am for our little infinity. I wouldn’t trade it for the world. You gave me a forever within the numbered days, and I’m grateful.
"I just held her hand and tried to imagine the world without us, and for about one second, I was a good enough person to hope she died so she would never know that I was going, too. But then I wanted more time so we could fall in love."