Wow,โ I said. โAre you making this up?โ โHazel Grace, could I, with my meager intellectual capacities, make up a letter from Peter Van Houten featuring phrases like โour triumphantly digitized contemporaneityโ?โ โYou could not,โ I allowed. โCan I, can I have the email address?โ โOf course,โ Augustus said, like it was not the best gift ever.
John GreenAt some point, you gotta stop looking up at the sky, or one of these days you'll look back down and see that you floated away, too.
John GreenThe pleasure of remembering had been taken from me, because there was no longer anyone to remember with. It felt like losing your co-rememberer meant losing the memory itself, as if the things we'd done were less real and important than they had been hours before.
John GreenTell me my copy is missing the last twenty pages or something. Hazel Grace, tell me I have not reached the end of this book. OH MY GOD DO THEY GET MARRIED OR NOT OH MY GOD WHAT IS THIS?!
John GreenI did some research on this a couple years ago," Augustus continued. "I was wondering if everybody could be remembered. Like, if we got organized, and assigned a certain number of corpses to each living person, would there be enough living people to remember all the dead people?" "And are there?" "Sure, anyone can name fourteen dead people. But we're disorganized mourners, so a lot of people end up remembering Shakespeare and no one ends up remembering the person he wrote Sonnet Fifty-five about
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