I think the universe is improbably biased toward consciousness, that it rewards intelligence in part because the universe enjoys its elegance being observed. And who am I, living in the middle of history, to tell the universe that it—or my observation of it—is temporary?
Oh, I wouldn’t mind, Hazel Grace. It would be a privilege to have my heart broken by you.
Augustus Waters (The Fault in Our Stars by John Green)
It is a good life, Hazel Grace.
As he read, I fell in love the way you fall asleep: slowly, and then all at once.
Hazel, “The Fault In Our Stars” by John Green (via coldoceanave