augustus waters

Memorial was so functional. It was a storage facility. A prematorium.

John Green, The Fault in Our Stars

I like being liked. Is that crazy?

John Green, The Fault in Our Stars

You are going to live a good and long life filled with great and terrible moments that you can not even imagine yet.

John Green, The Fault in Our Stars

This is it. I can’t even not smoke anymore.

John Green, The Fault in Our Stars

If we’d put them in a vase in the living room, they would have been everyone’s flowers. I wanted them to be my flowers.

John Green, The Fault in Our Stars

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.

John Green, The Fault In Our Stars

Girls think they’re only allowed to wear dresses on formal occasions, but I like a woman who says, you know, I’m going over to see a boy who is having a nervous breakdown, a boy whose connection to the sense of sight itself is tenuous, and gosh dang it, I am going to wear a dress for him.

John Green, The Fault in Our Stars

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.

John Green, The Fault in Our Stars

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 universe where the laws of physics don’t apply, and if so, why in the hell would I be playing basketball when I could be flying or reading or looking at beautiful people or something else I actually enjoy? It’s almost as if the way you imagine my dead self says more about you than either the person I was or whatever I am now.

John Green, The Fault in Our Stars

You say you’re not special because the world doesn’t know about you, but that’s an insult to me. I know about you.

John Green, The Fault in Our Stars

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