book

There is no book and your fathers are dead in the ground.

The Road, Cormac McCarthy

You have a choice in this world, I believe, about how to tell sad stories, and we made the funny choice.

John Green, The Fault in Our Stars

I’m on a roller coaster that only goes up, my friend.

John Green, The Fault in Our Stars

But I believe in true love, you know? I don’t believe that everybody gets to keep their eyes or not get sick or whatever, but everybody should have true love, and it should last at least as long as your life does.

John Green, The Fault in Our Stars

Whenever you read a cancer booklet or website or whatever, they always list depression among the side effects of cancer. But, in fact, depression is not a side effect of cancer. Depression is a side effect of dying.

John Green, The Fault in Our Stars

Much of my life had been devoted to trying not to cry in front of people who loved me, so I knew what Augustus was doing. You clench your teeth. You look up. You tell yourself that if they see you cry, it will hurt them, and you will be nothing but a Sadness in their lives, and you must not become a mere sadness, so you will not cry, and you say all of this to yourself while looking up at the ceiling, and then you swallow even though your throat does not want to close and you look at the person who loves you and smile.

John Green, The Fault in Our Stars

Maybe ‘okay’ will be our ‘always’.

John Green, The Fault in Our Stars

It’s a metaphor, see: You put the killing thing right between your teeth, but you don’t give it the power to do its killing.

John Green, The Fault in Our Stars

That’s part of what I like about the book in some ways. It portrays death truthfully. You die in the middle of your life, in the middle of a sentence.

John Green, The Fault in Our Stars

I believe the universe wants to be noticed. I think the universe is inprobably biased toward the consciousness, that it rewards intelligence in part because the universe enjoys its elegance being observed. And who am I, living in the middle of history, to tell the universe that it-or my observation of it-is temporary?

John Green, The Fault in Our Stars

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