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3077a2d
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I like this world. I like drinking champagne. I like not smoking. I like Dutch people speaking Dutch.
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John Green |
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f446260
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The only thing worse than having a party that no one attends is having a party attended only by two vastly, deeply uninteresting people.
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John Green |
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04496fb
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He found himself thinking that maybe stories don't just make us matter to each other - maybe they're also the only way to the infinite mattering he'd been after for so long. And Colin thought: Because like say I tell someone about my feral hog hunt. Even if it's a dumb story, telling it changes other people just the slightest little bit, just as living the story changes me. An infinitesimal change. And that infinitesimal change ripples outw..
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John Green |
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ed4b909
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Tiny Cooper is not the world's gayest person, and he is not the world's largest person, but I believe he may be the world's largest person who is really, really gay, and also the world's gayest person who is really, really large.
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John Green |
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9e8e658
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I thought of my dad telling me that the universe wants to be noticed but what we want is to be noticed by the universe, to have the universe give a shit what happens to us- not the collective idea of sentient life but each of us as individuals.
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John Green |
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cbbcace
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But I will say this: When the scientists of the future show up at my house with robot eyes and they tell me to try them on, I will tell the scientists to screw off, because I do not want to see a world without him ...And then, having made my rhetorical point, I will put my robot eyes on, because I mean, with robot eyes you can probably see through girls' shirts and stuff. Augustus, my friend, Godspeed.
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John Green |
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95d8592
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When you're as charming and physically attractive as myself, it's easy enough to win over people you meet. But getting strangers to love you...now, that's the trick.
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John Green |
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0bd032f
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I thought you hung the moon.
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John Green |
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0aac8db
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When surprised and excited and innocent Gus emerged from Grand Gesture Metaphorically Inclined Augustus, I literally could not resist.
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John Green |
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eaf0281
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its a metephor, see: you put the killing thing right between your teeth but you dont give it the power to do its killing.
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hazel-grace
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John Green |
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57f1467
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What about the rest of your life?" She shrugged. "What about it?" "Aren't you worried about, like, forever?" "Forever is composed of nows," she says."
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life
worries
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John Green |
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3edd7e9
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Cause I'm just - I want to go to Amsterdam, and I want him to tell me what happens after the book is over, and I just don't want my particular life, and also the sky is depressing me, and there is this old swing set out here that my dad made for me when I was a kid.' 'I must see this old swing set of tears immediately,' he said. 'I'll be over in twenty minutes.
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John Green |
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9c7c6d4
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I can almost imagine a happiness without her, the ability to let her go, to feel our roots are connected even if I never see that leaf of grass again.
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paper-towns
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John Green |
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17c984f
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Everyone wanted me to feed them that story--darkness to light, weakness to strength, broken to whole. I wanted it, too.
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mental-illness
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John Green |
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b852f62
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When you're walking home at night, do you even get creeped out and even though it's silly and embarrassing you just want to run home?" It seemed too secret and personal to admit to virtual stranger, but I told her, "Yeah, totally." For a moment, she was quiet. Then she grabbed my hand, whispered, "Run run run run run," and took off, pulling me behind her."
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John Green |
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5e2a1be
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I kept waiting for that loneliness and nervousness to make me want to go back. But it never did.
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John Green |
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15671de
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The pleasure of remembering had been taken from me, there was no longer anyone to remember with.
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John Green |
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a3109bd
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You get all these friends just when you don't need friends anymore.
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John Green |
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e21defa
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The last time I was this scared, I peed myself." "The last time I was this scared," Radar says, "I actually had to face a Dark Lord in order to make the world safe for wizards."
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paper-towns
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John Green |
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ca47c44
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I just held her hand and tried to imagine the world without us and for about one second I was a good enough person to hope she died so she would never know that I was going, too. But then I wanted more time so we could fall in love. I got my wish, I suppose. I left my scar (...) What else? She is so beautiful. You don't get tired of looking at her. You never worry if she is smarter than you: You know she is. She is funny without ever being ..
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the-fault-in-our-stars
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John Green |
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e354745
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And we're such language-based creatures that to some extent we cannot know what we cannot name. And so we assume it isn't real. We refer to it with catch-all terms, like crazy or chronic pain, terms that both ostracise and minimise. The term chronic pain captures nothing of the grinding, constant, ceaseless, inescapable hurt. And the term crazy arrives at us with none of the terror and worry you live with.
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words-have-power
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John Green |
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4b50b15
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Listen, kid. This is what happens: Somebody-girl usually-got a free spirit, doesn't get on too good with her parents. These kids, they're like tied-down helium balloons. They strain against the string and strain against it, and then something happens, and that string gets cut, and they just fly away. And maybe you never see the balloon again. It lands in Canada or somethin', gets work at a restaurant, and before the balloon even notices, it..
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John Green |
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93e6c90
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Whether it hurts is kind of irrelevant.
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John Green |
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83c5dc2
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Almost everyone is obsessed with leaving a mark upon the world. Bequeathing a legacy. Outlasting death. We all want to be remembered. I do, too. That's what bothers me most, is being another unremembered casualty in the ancient and inglorious war against disease.
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John Green |
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7015da3
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On how to make boys like you: the third way is to be come something called "hot" Now Katie I would argue that there are at least two distinct definitions of hot. There is the like normal human definition which is that individual seems suitable for mating. And then theirs the weird culturally constructed definition of hot which is that individual is
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John Green |
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c0d15f4
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Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets, / The muttering retreats / Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels / And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells: / Streets that follow like a tedious argument / Of insidious intent / To lead you to an overwhelming question.../ Oh, do not ask, 'What is it?' / Let us go and make our visit"' 'I'm in love with you,' he said quietly."
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John Green |
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0f26edc
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Don't worry. Worry is useless. I worried anyway
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thoughts
hazel-grace
worry
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John Green |
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d0053f5
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A Margo for each of us--and each more mirror than window.
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margo
paper-towns
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John Green |
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c79341c
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A woman so strong she burns heaven and drenches hell.
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John Green |
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7f217f1
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I liked being a person. I wanted to keep at it.
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living
life
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John Green |
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3a495a2
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In the best conversations, you don't even remember what you talked about, only how it felt. It felt like we were in some place your body can't visit, some place with no ceiling and no walls and no floor and no instruments
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john-green
turtles-all-the-way-down
talk
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John Green |
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2d2bc6f
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I went on spouting bullshit Encouragements as Gus's parents, arm in arm, hugged each other and nodded at every word. Funerals, I had decided, are for the living.
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mourning
funerals
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John Green |
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d17ff45
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Break hearts, not promises.
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turtles-all-the-way-down
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John Green |
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35a63b8
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It's hard as hell to hold on to your dignity when the risen sun is too bright in your losing eyes, and that's what I was thinking about as we hunted for bad guys through the ruins of a city that didn't exist.
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hazel
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John Green |
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ca735d9
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You just gotta tell her, man,' I said. 'You just gotta say, "Angela, I really like you, but there's something you need to know: when we go to my house and hook up, we'll be watched by the twenty-four hundred eyes of twelve hundred black Santas." --
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John Green |
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dcc4afc
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And the moral of the story is that you don't remember what happened. What you remember becomes what happened. And the second moral of the story, if a story can have multiple morals, is that Dumpers are not inherently worse than Dumpees - breaking up isn't something that gets done to you; it's something that happens with you.
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colin-singleton
john-green
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John Green |
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09ac099
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We always say we are beneath the stars. We aren't, of course--there is no up or down, and anyway the stars surround us. But we say we are beneath them, which is nice. So often English glorifies the human--we are whos, other animals are that--but English puts us beneath the stars, at least.
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John Green |
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b581e70
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I mean, it's stupid to miss someone you didn't even get along with. But I don't know, it was nice, you know, having someone you could always fight with.
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John Green |
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79a8d3e
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dating you would be like a series of unnecessary root canals interspersed with occasional makeout sessions.
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John Green |
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b3b39ca
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At least I carpe'd that one diem.
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John Green |
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4b509cd
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Writing does not resurrect. It buries.
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John Green |
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f9ace47
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But ultimately I do not believe that she was only matter. The rest of her must be recycled, too. I believe now that we are greater than the sum of our parts. If you take Alaska's genetic code and you add her life experiences and the relationships she had with people, and then you take the size and shape of her body, you do not get her. There is something else entirely. There is a part of her greater than the sum of her knowable parts. And t..
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John Green |
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0c9feba
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Abligurition: an actual, if very obscure, English word, which means the spending of too much money on food.
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John Green |
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6f5f504
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It was right then, between when I asked about the labyrinth and when she answered me, that I realized the importance of curves, of the thousand places where girls' bodies ease from one place to another, from arc to the foot to ankle to calf, from calf to hip to wait to breast to neck to ski-slope nose to forehead to shoulder to the concave arch of the back to the butt to the etc. I'd noticed curves before, of course, but I had never quite a..
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John Green |