So howโs it going?โ โOkay. Glad to be home, I guess. Gus told me you were in the ICU?โ โYeah,โ I said. โSucks,โ he said. โIโm a lot better now,โ I said. โIโm going to Amsterdam tomorrow with Gus.โ โI know. Iโm pretty well up-to-date on your life, because Gus never. Talks. About. Anything. Else.
John GreenToo pissed off to cry, I said, 'This is only making me hate her. I don't want to hate her. And what's the point, if that's all it's making me do?' Still refusing to answer how and why questions. Still insisting on an aura of mystery. I leaned forward, head between by knees, and the Colonel placed a head on my upper back. 'The point is that there are always alsweres, Pudge.' And then he pushed air out between his pursed lips and I could hear the angry quiver in his voice as he repeated, 'There are always answers. We just have to be smart enough.' ~Miles/Pudge and Chip/the Colonel, pg 168
John GreenIn general-like not just in fiction but in life-it doesn't work out well when someone imagines someone else as a manic pixie dream girl or an Edward Cullen or anything other than a full, complex human being. That said, while I've tried to reflect that in my books, I don't think I've always succeeded, because I am always running up against my own insufficiencies and biases etc.
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