It Is A Good Life, Hazel Grace.

Colder By The Hour, More Dead With Every Breath.

She Was Nothing But Good And I Was Nothing But Bad, But Then She Died, And I Didn't.

They Couldn't Bear The Idea Of Death Being A Big Black Nothing.

So Why Don't You Go Home For Vacations?' I Asked Her. I'm Just Scared Of Ghosts, Pudge. And Home Is Full Of Them.

I Don't Know How I Look, But I Know How I Feel: Young. Goofy. Infinite.