Now, Hank, obviously you and I are living proof that sometimes a nerd meets another nerd and they fall in nerd-love. - John Green

Late in the winter of my seventeenth year, my mother decided I was depressed, presumably because I rarely left the house, spent quite a lot of time in bed, read the same book over and over, ate infrequently, and devoted quite a bit of my abundant free time to thinking about death.

Oh, I wouldn't mind, Hazel Grace. It would be a privilege to have my heart broken by you.

Without pain, how could we know joy?' This is an old argument in the field of thinking about suffering and its stupidity and lack of sophistication could be plumbed for centuries but suffice it to say that the existence of broccoli does not, in any way, affect the taste of chocolate.