That’s the thing about cake…it demands to be eaten.
This is the most brilliant thing out of all things that are brilliant.
I ate the cake the way you fall asleep: slowly, and then all at once…
My thoughts are like icing I can’t fathom into lettering…
It would be a pleasure to have my cake eaten by you, Hazel Grace.
It’s a metaphor, see. You put the cake between your teeth but you don’t give it the power to be tasty.
