Augustus: You probably need some rest. Me: I'm okay. Augustus: Okay. (Pause.) What are you thinking about? Me: You. Augustus: What about me? Me: 'I do not know which to prefer, / The beauty of inflections / Or the beauty of innuendos, / The blackbird whistling / Or just after.' Augustus: God, you are sexy. Me: We could go to your room. Augustus: I've heard worse ideas.

The Fault in Our Stars (ed. Penguin, 2012) - ISBN: 9781101569184