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“Tell me my copy is missing the last twenty pages or something.

Hazel Grace, tell me I have not reached the end of this book.

OH MY GOD DO THEY GET MARRIED OR NOT OH MY GOD WHAT IS THIS?!”
― John Green, The Fault in Our Stars

“People always get used to beauty, though. I haven’t gotten used to you just yet”
― John Green , The Fault in Our Stars

“I nodded. I liked Augustus Waters. I really, really, really liked him. I liked the way his story ended with someone else. I liked his voice. I liked that he took existentially fraught free throws. I liked that he was a tenured professor in the Department of Slightly Crooked Smiles with a dual appointment in the Department of Having a Voice That Made My Skin Feel More Like Skin. And I liked that he had two names. I’ve always liked people with two names, because you get to make up your mind what you call them: Gus or Augustus? Me, I was always just Hazel, univalent Hazel.”
― John Green, The Fault in Our Stars

“The thought of you being removed from the rotation is not funny to me.”
― John Green, The Fault in Our Stars

“Nothing,â€� I said. “I’m just…â€� I couldn’t finish the sentence, didn’t know how to. “I’m just very, very fond of you.”
― John Green, The Fault in Our Stars

“As I recall, you promised to CALL when you finished the book, not text.”
― John Green, The Fault in Our Stars

“Hi, I’m at the Speedway at Eighty-sixth and Ditch, and I need an ambulance. The great love of my life has a malfunctioning G-tube.”
― John Green, The Fault in Our Stars

“Omnia Cellula e Cellula”
― John Green

“Augustus Waters was sitting on the front step as we pulled into the driveway. He was holding a bouquet of bright orange tulips just beginning to bloom.”
― John Green, The Fault in Our Stars

“Ironic, isn’t it?â€� Shawn said.
“It’s not ironic at all,� Gus said.
“Dude, it’s so like a black fly in your chardonnay.�
“How many times do I have to tell you that’s not ironic, either?�
“Rain on your wedding day?�
“‘Irony� is the use of words to convey a meaning that’s opposite to their literal meaning,� Gus said. “That stupid song came out fourteen years ago, and we still have this exact conversation at least once a week.�
“Yeah,â€� Shawn said. “Ironic, isn’t it?”
― William Rabkin, A Mind is a Terrible Thing to Read

“Idiotically, it occurred to me that my pink underwear didn’t match my purple bra, as if boys even notice such things.”
― John Green, The Fault in Our Stars

“Ma'am,' Augustus said, nodding toward her, 'your daughter's car has just been deservedly egged by a blind man. Please close the door and go back inside or we'll be forced to call the police.' After wavering for a moment, Monica's mom closed the door and disappeared.”
― John Green, The Fault in Our Stars

“When was the last good kiss you had?”
― John Green, The Fault in Our Stars

“If I could just stay alive for a week, I’d know the unwritten secrets of Anna’s mom and the Dutch Tulip Guy.”
― John Green, The Fault in Our Stars

“Mi piacerebbe tornare indietro nel tempo, rivivere quello dell’anno scorso. Bright Side e Gracie erano qui, ma non etaforicamente. Intendo fisicamente, in questa stessa stanza con noi. A ridere e a mangiare cupcake fino a stare male.
Adesso sorrido, al pensiero, ma mi si stringe lo stomaco.
Non voglio mangiare i cupcake senza di loro.
Basta con i compleanni.
Basta con i ricordi.
Cazzo quanto odio i ricordi”
― Kim Holden, Gus

“Gus leaned back in his chair, appearing satisfied.
"Good," he said. "Cause Maggie's all the nightmare I can take."
I smiled. "Gus, I never knew you dreamed of me."
He gave me a one-fingered salute”
― Jessica Shirvington, Disruption

“Gus itu ya masih ningrat to, ningratnya kaum santri, pesantren. Seperti juga Kyai.”
― Dian Nafi, Mengejar Mukti

“Kamu walau memang dari kaum santri tapi ayahmu bukan kyai, jadi kamu bukan gus, bukan ningrat.”
― Dian Nafi, Mengejar Mukti

“Non riesco a uscire dalla mia stanza senza prima fissare il portatile di Bright Side, rimasto intatto sul comò da oltre una settimana. Lei lo ha lasciato a me. Contiene tutta la musica che ha scritto â€� e io mi sento onorato di averlo ricevuto. La mente mi sta gridando di prenderlo, ma il cuore sta facendo pesare la sua autorità e mi ordina di partire senza. Non sono pronto.”
― Kim Holden, Gus

“Quando poi abbraccia me, vorrei lasciarmi andare e crollare. Piangere, come quando avevo otto anni e mi ruppi la caviglia. Invece no. Ci teniamo stretti più a lungo del solito e facciamo fatica a staccarci.”
― Kim Holden, Gus

“È come se non riuscissi a pensare abbastanza a lei e a ricordare: la sua risata, sempre presente, profonda ma femminile; la leggera spolverata di lentiggini sul naso e sulle guance e sulle spalle; quanto amasse guardare il tramonto; il suono della sua voce quando mi diceva ‘Ti voglio beneâ€�; o com’era bello ascoltarla suonare il violino.”
― Kim Holden, Gus

“So che mi sto ossessionando in modo totalmente insano, ma ho paura che se non continuo a tenerla viva nella mia testa, la dimenticherò. E dimenticare mi fa cagare sotto dalla paura.
Franco è convinto che dovrei consultare un medico. Forse prendere delle pillole per dormire, o degli antidepressivi.
Io invece penso che quella sia una via d’uscita per chi non ha coraggio. Non voglio cominciare a ingoiare medicine per evitare il dolore”
― Kim Holden, Gus

“Mi mancherà tutto questo. La nostra amicizia. La familiarità. Bright Side è sempre stata qui, accanto a me. Facciamo sempre tutto insieme.”
― Kim Holden, Gus

“Ci addormentiamo sempre così. Lei sta talmente bene tra le mie braccia che giurerei che Dio l’abbia creata apposta per quello.”
― Kim Holden, Gus

“Come si può andare avanti? La risposta è: non si può. Almeno non sforzandosi, onestamente.”
― Kim Holden, Gus

“La mamma somiglia molto a Bright Side. O forse era Bright Side che somigliava alla mamma. Anche lei, come mia madre, apprezzava il potere del silenzio. Qualcuno si sente minacciato dall’assenza di parole, e cerca di evitarla o di riempirla di cazzate senza senso. Il silenzio non è un nemico, anzi, può portare conforto e chiarezza. Ti ricorda cosa sia il tempo... cioè, pura presenza.”
― Kim Holden, Gus

“—Depósito de cadáveres de Gus, usted los mata, nosotros los enfriamos.”
― Kim Holden Bright Side

“—Hice que la camarera me jurara por su primogénito que estaba hecho con caldo de verduras.
—Tío, ¿y si no tenía hijos? ¿O si era atea?”
― Kim Holden Bright Side

“Once we'd balled up our burrito wrappers and tossed them into the trash, Jake and I walked several blocks from El Farolito to the home of Gus, a rescued shepherd mix that I walked a few afternoons each week. Jake sat on the stoop while I ran upstairs. As usual, Gus was waiting for me at the door of his apartment,; I could hear his tail pounding the floor as I turned the key in the lock. Once I got inside, he hopped around me, nipping delicately at my fingers, nails clackety-clacking at the floor, his tail an ecstatic black blur. I knelt down in front of him, pressed his floppy, expressive ears flat back against his head, and planted a kiss on the side of his long, black schnoz. He whined happily, his whole body shimmying. Gus was one of those dogs who had an entirely different personality at home, where his sense of security gave him the confidence to be joyous and goofy. Out on the street, the shelter pup in him came out and he turned skittish and sorrowful, his tan quotation mark eyebrows pressing together to turn his forehead into a series of of anxious wrinkles. Needless to say, I was gaga for Gus and his layered personality.
Downstairs, I could see right away that Jake loved dogs as much as I did. I had to warn him not to try too hard with Gus; too much attention from a stranger would only make Gus more nervous out there in the big loud world. Jake managed to restrain himself for half a block, but soon was cooing down to Gus, running his hand down the length of his silky black-and-tan coat, and passing him a little piece of chorizo from a napkin that he'd somehow slipped into his pocket at El Farolito without me noticing. Gus pressed himself against Jack's leg and looked adoringly up at him as he gobbled the meat, his tail for a moment wagging as freely as it did at home.”
― Meg Donohue, How to Eat a Cupcake

“Good,â€� he said. ‘Cause Maggie’s all the nightmare I can take.â€�
I smiled. ‘Gus, I never knew you dreamed of me.�
He gave me a one-fingered salute.”
― Jessica Shirvington, Disruption