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cde7806
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I want to leave a mark. But Van Houten: The marks humans leave are too often scars.
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leave-a-mark
van-houten-being-a-douche
scars
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John Green |
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25a54d0
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What the hell is ? Nothing is instant. Instant rice takes five minutes, instant pudding an hour. I doubt that an instant of blinding pain particularly instantaneous.
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truth
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John Green |
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376c9c3
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You used," he said, and then took a sharp breath, "to call me Augustus."
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names
the-fault-in-our-stars
perception
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John Green |
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dd16247
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I'm in love with you, and I'm not in the business of denying myself the simple pleasure of saying true things.
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true
love
can-t
i
augustus-waters
augustus
why
have
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John Green |
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27f9a61
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So we gave up. I'd finally had enough of chasing after a ghost who did not want to be discovered. We'd failed, maybe, but some mysteries aren't meant to be solved. I still did not know her as I wanted to, but I never could. She made it impossible for me. And the accident, the suicide, would never be anything else, and I was left to ask, Did I help you to a fate you didn't want, Alaska, or did I jsut assist in your willful self-destruction? ..
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John Green |
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e02be85
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Are you currently at your house?" he asked. "Um, no," I said. "That was a trick question. I knew the answer, because I am currently at your house." --
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John Green |
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cdd9401
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I got my wish, I suppose. I left my scar.
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John Green |
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6ebd1ff
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This was the first time in my life that so many things would never happen again.
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John Green |
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5d0202b
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Dude, I don't want to talk about Lacey's prom shoes. And I'll tell you why: I have this thing that makes me really uninterested in prom shoes. It's called a penis.
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humor
masculinity
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John Green |
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a492aa5
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The problem with happy endings is that they're either not really happy, or not really endings, you know? In real life, some things get better and some things get worse. And then eventually you die.
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John Green |
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8cdcb36
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Do you know what your problem is? You can't live with the idea that someone might leave.
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problem
life
leaving
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John Green |
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c0e43d0
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I hadn't been in proper school in three years. My parents were my two best friends. My third best friend was an author who did not know I existed.
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family
friendship
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John Green |
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52bd60f
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Entropy increases. Things fall apart.
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John Green |
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ad091d3
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I imagined the Augustus Waters analysis of that comment: If I am playing basketball in heaven, does that imply a physical location of a heaven containing physical basketballs? Who makes the basketballs in question? Are there less fortunate souls in heaven who work in a celestial basketball factory so that I can play? Or did an omnipotent God create the basketballs out of the vacuum of space? Is this heaven in some kind of unobservable unive..
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the-fault-in-our-stars
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John Green |
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f23c604
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The thing about a spiral is, if you follow it inward, it never actually ends. It just keeps tightening, infinitely.
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philosophy
mental-illness
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John Green |
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e961674
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We fatties have a bond, dude. It's like a secret society. We got all kinds of shit you don't know about. Handshakes, special fat people dances-we got these secret fugging lairs in the center of the earth and we go down there in the middle of the night when all the skinny kids are sleeping and eat cake and friend chicken and shit. Why d'you think Hollis is still sleeping, kafir? Because we were up all night in the secret lair injecting butte..
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humor
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John Green |
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3e1fc1d
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Nothing's wrong. Everything's right. Things couldn't be righter. Things could be less tired. They could be less busy. They could be less caffeinated. But they couldn't be righter.
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John Green |
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f45ea3e
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I was gawky and she was gorgeous and I was hopelessly boring and she was endlessly fascinating. So I walked back to my room and collapsed on the bottom bunk, thinking that if people were rain, I was drizzle and she was hurricane.
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looking-for-alaska
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John Green |
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22f0f2d
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I'm sorry. I know you loved her. It was hard not to.
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John Green |
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e5cdbdf
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Me: "I refuse to attend Support Group." Mom: "One of the symptoms of depression is disinterest in activities." Me: "Please just let me watch America's Next Top Model. It's an activity." Mom: "Television is a passivity." Me: "Ugh, Mom, please." Mom: "Hazel, you're a teenager. You're not a little kid anymore. You need to make friends, get out of the house, and live your life." Me: "If you want me to be a teenager, don't send me to Support Gro..
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life
teenagers
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John Green |
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820ccab
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Anything that happens all at once is just as likely to unhappen all at once, you know?
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John Green |
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b0bd938
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You remember your first love because they show you, prove to you, that you can love and be loved, that nothing in this world is deserved except for love, that love is both how you become a person and why.
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love
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John Green |
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75368f7
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I've never known before what it feels like to want someone - not to want to hook up with them or whatever, but to want them, to want them. And now I do. So maybe I do believe in epiphanies.
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true-love
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John Green |
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9f63013
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I was beginning to learn that your life is a story told about you, not one that you tell.
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John Green |
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39c8447
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She walks lightly, old man. She walks lightly upon the earth.
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John Green |
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14a7e0e
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Actually, the problem is that I lose my mind," I said. "It's inescapable."
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madness
sanity
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John Green |
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cba31b7
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I always had this idea that you should never give up a happy middle in the hopes of a happy ending, because there is no such thing as a happy ending. Do you know what I mean? There is so much to lose.
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life
risks
happy-endings
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John Green |
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a90c272
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Is it still cool to go to the mall?' she asked. 'I take quite a lot of pride in not knowing what's cool,' I answered.
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the-fault-in-our-stars
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John Green |
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addb118
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He--that's Simon Bolivar--was shaken by the overwhelming revelation that the headlong race between his misfortunes and his dreams was at that moment reaching the finish line. The rest was darkness. Damn it," he sighed. "'How will I ever get out of this labyrinth!' "So what's the labyrinth?" I asked her. "That's the mystery, isn't it? Is the labyrinth living or dying? Which is he trying to escape--the world or the end of it?"
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John Green |
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97765f4
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Imagining isn't perfect. You can't get all the way inside someone else...But imagining being someone else, or the world being something else, is the only way in. It is the machine that kills fascists.
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John Green |
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b045d49
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I told myself - as I've told myself before - that the body shuts down when the pain gets too bad, that consciousness is temporary, that this will pass. But just like always, I didn't slip away. I was left on the shore with the waves washing over me, unable to drown.
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John Green |
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1ff81f6
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We are greater than the sum of our parts.
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pudge-halter
looking-for-alaska
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John Green |
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15daf25
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Dear Jane, Just so you know: e. e. cummings cheated on both of his wives. With prostitutes. Yours, Will Grayson
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John Green |
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b090257
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I leave, and the leaving is so exhilarating I know I can never go back. But then what? Do I just keep leaving places, and leaving them, and leaving them, tramping a perpetual journey?
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paper-towns
leaving
sad
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John Green |
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8de4d46
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There comes a time when we realize that our parents cannot save themselves or save us, that everyone who wades through time eventually gets dragged out to sea by the undertow- that, in short, we are all going.
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death
inspirational
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John Green |
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e4b3924
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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.
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John Green |
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5b8bd0e
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I responded to this development with the kind of sophisticated language for which I am famous. "Crap crap crap crap crap crap crap stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid crap."
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stupid
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John Green |
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35bec00
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He called out to his fellow monks,'Come quickly I am tasting stars.
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champage
the-fault-in-our-starsn
the-fault-in-our-stars
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John Green |
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9b8785e
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All sorts of yayness floods my brain. Love is such a drug.
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infatuation
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John Green |
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187c669
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I am crying, he thought, opening his eyes to stare through the soapy, stinging water. I feel like crying, so I must be crying, but it's impossible to tell because I'm underwater. But he wasn't crying. Curiously, he felt too depressed to cry. Too hurt. It felt as if she'd taken the part of him that cried.
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grief
feeling-broken
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John Green |
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fa23f50
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We are like a bunch of dogs squirting on fire hydrants. We poison the groundwater with our toxic piss, marking everything MINE in a ridiculous attempt to survive our deaths. I can't stop pissing on fire hydrants...I am an animal like any other. Hazel is different. she walks lightly, old man. She walks lightly upon the earth. She knows the truth: We're as likely to hurt the universe as we are to help it, and we're not likely to do either. Pe..
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heroism
the-fault-in-our-stars
depth
hero
intimacy
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John Green |
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ad20d62
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The nature of the labyrinth, I scribbled into my spiral notebook, and the way out of it. This teacher rocked. I hated discussion classes. I hated talking, and I hated listening to everyone else stumble on their words and try to phrase things in the vaguest possible way so they wouldn't sound dumb, and I hated how it was all just a game of trying to figure out what the teacher wanted to hear and then saying it. I'm in class, so teach me.
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John Green |
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216c6f8
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I had a moral opposition to eating before dawn on the grounds that I was not a nineteenth-century Russian peasant fortifying myself for a day in the fields.
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John Green |
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677213c
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I'm really not up for answering any questions that start with how, when, where, why or what.
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fiction
alaska-young
miles
looking-for-alaska
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John Green |