I knew that I would know more dead people. The bodies pile up. Could there be a space in my memory for each of them, or would I forget a little of Alaska every day for the rest of my life?
John GreenBut as for me: I must ask the wounded man where he is hurt, because I cannot become the wounded man. The only wounded man I can be is me.
John GreenDo you ever wonder whether people would like you more or less if they could see inside you? But I always wonder about that. If people could see me the way I see myselfโif they could live in my memoriesโwould anyone, anyone, love me?
John Green