—¿Debe ser duro? ¿Cierto?
—El leer a tantos hombres perfectos y no encontrar uno en la realidad.
“My name is Hazel. Augustus Waters was the great star-crossed love of my life. Ours was an epic love story, and I won’t be able to get more than a sentence into it without disappearing into a puddle of tears. Gus knew. Gus knows. I will not tell you our love story, because -like all real love stories- it will die with us, as it should. I’d hoped that he’d be eulogizing me, because there’s no one I’d rather have… Okay, how not to cry. How am I-okay. Okay.”