If you were to go, and hopefully someday you will, you would see a lot of paintings of dead people. You'd see Jesus on the cross, and you'd see a dude get stabbed in the neck, and you'd see people dying at sea and in battle and a parade of martyrs. But Not. One. Single. Cancer. Kid. Nobody biting it from the plague or smallpox or yellow fever or whatever, because there is no glory in illness. There is no meaning to it. There is no honor in dying of.
John GreenIt looked like an old painting, but real - everything achingly idyllic in the morning light - and I thought about how wonderfully strange it would be to live in a place where almost everything had been built by the dead.
John GreenIn the ensuing silence, I have time to contemplate the word cuteโ how dismissive it is, how itโs the equivalent of calling someone little, how it makes a person into a baby, how the word is a neon sign burning through the dark reading, โFeel Bad About Yourself.
John GreenWe were very different, and we disagreed about a lot of things, but he was always so interesting, you know?
John Green