For the longest time, it felt kind of like my chest was cracking open, but not precisely in an unpleasant way.
John GreenWhat about the rest of your life?" She shrugged. "What about it?" "Aren't you worried about, like, forever?" "Forever is composed of nows," she says.
John GreenI think all true stories are hopeful stories. I don't think there's any room for nihilism.
John GreenThank you," I say, pounding his back probably too hard. "That was the best damned passenger-seat driving I've ever seen in my life." He pats my uninjured cheek with his greasy hand. "I did it to save myself, not you," he says. "Believe me when I say that you did not once cross my mind. " I laugh. "Nor you mine," I say.
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