Well," Peter Van Houten said, extending his hand to me. "It is at any rate a pleasure to meet such ontologically improbable creatures." I shook his swollen hand, and then he shook hands with Augustus. I was wondering what ontologically meant. Regardless, I liked it. Augustus and I were together in the Improbable Creatures Club: us and duck-billed platypuses.
John GreenSome wars," he said dismissively. "What am I at war with? My cancer. And what is my cancer? My cancer is me. The tumors are made of me. They're made of me as surely as my brain and my heart is made of me. It is a civil war, Hazel Grace, with a predetermined winner.
John GreenThe challenge is the same whether or not I'm collaborating: to empathize with your reader and to tell a story that will matter to him or her. But the mechanics of going about that challenge change when you're collaborating, because you have someone to help refine your thinking and expand your vision of what might happen.
John Green...it occurred to me that the voracious ambition of humans is never sated by dreams coming true, because there is always the thought that everything might be done better and again.
John GreenThe good times and the bad times both will pass. It will pass. It will get easier. But the fact that it will get easier does not mean that it doesnโt hurt now. And when people try to minimize your pain they are doing you a disservice. And when you try to minimize your own pain youโre doing yourself a disservice. Donโt do that. The truth is that it hurts because itโs real. It hurts because it mattered. And thatโs an important thing to acknowledge to yourself. But that doesnโt mean that it wonโt end, that it wonโt get better. Because it will.
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