That's the mystery, isn't it? Is the labyrinth living or dying? Which is he trying to escape---the world or the end of it?
Above us, the wind blew and the branching shadows rearranged themselves on our skin. Gus squeezed my hand. "It is a good life, Hazel Grace.
Her primary reason for living and my primary reason for living were awfully entangled.
Crying is you, plus tears
Nothing to be gained by worrying between now and then.
The Colonel led all the cheers. Cornbread!" he screamed. CHICKEN!" the crowd responded. Rice!" PEAS!" And then, all together: "WE GOT HIGHER SATs." Hip Hip Hip Hooray!" the Colonel cried. YOU'LL BE WORKIN' FOR US SOMEDAY!