Hazel Grace Lancaster

I fell in love with him the way you fall asleep. Slowly, and then all at once.

— Let's go watch a movie.
— What? Hmm? Um, I'm... I'm free later this week. We could...
— No, I mean now.
— You could be an ax murderer.
— There's always that possibility. Come on, Hazel Grace, take a risk.
— I don't... Really? That is disgusting!
— What?
— What, do you think that that's cool or something? You just ruined this whole thing.
— The whole thing?
— Yes! This whole thing. You were doing really well, too. God. There's always a hamartia, isn't there? And yours is, even though you had freaking cancer, you're willing to give money to a corporation for the chance to acquire even more cancer? Let me just tell you that not being able to breathe sucks. It totally sucks!
— "Hamartia"?
— It's a fatal flaw.
— Ah, fatal... Hazel Grace, they don't actually hurt you unless you light them.
— Hmm?
— I never lit one. It's a metaphor, see? You put the thing that does the killing right between your teeth, but you never give it the power to kill you.
— A metaphor.

I'm not gonna talk about our love story because I can't. So instead, I'm gonna talk about math. I am not a mathematician, but I do know this. There are infinite numbers between zero and one. There's.1, .12 and.112, and an infinite collection of others. Of course, there is a bigger infinite set of numbers between zero and two. Or between zero and a million. Some infinities are simply bigger than other infinities. A writer that we used to like taught us that. You know, I want more numbers than I'm likely to get. And, God, do I want more days for Augustus Waters than what he got. But, Gus, my love, I cannot tell you how thankful I am... for our little infinity. Hold on. You gave me a forever... within the numbered days, and for that, I am... I am eternally grateful.

The only thing worse than biting it from cancer is having a kid bite it from cancer.