I felt the unfairness of it, the inarguable injustice of loving someone who might have loved you back but can't due to deadness.

What am I at war with? My cancer. And what is my cancer? My cancer is me. The tumors are made of me. They're made of me as surely as my brain and my heart are made of me. It is a civil war, Hazel Grace, with a predetermined winner.

So dawn goes down today... Nothing gold can stay.-- Robert Frost.

I leave, and the leaving is so exhilarating I know I can never go back. But then what? Do I just keep leaving places, and leaving them, and leaving them, tramping a perpetual journey?

Just deleting vandalism on the Chuck Norris page,' Radar said. 'For instance, while I do think that Chuck Norris specializes in the roundhouse kick, I don't think it's accurate to say, 'Chuck Norris's tears can cure cancer, but unfortunately he has never cried.

She's cute, I thought, but you don't need to like a girl who treats you like you're ten: You've already got a mom.