Thatโs part of what I like about the book in some ways. It portrays death truthfully. You die in the middle of your life, in the middle of a sentence
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 GreenShe spoke quietly then, the tiniest crack in her voice, and all at once Lacey Pemerton was not Lacey Pemberton. She was justโlike, a person.
John Green