Radar revs the engine as to say hustle, and we are running through the parking lot, Ben's robe flowing in the wind so that he looks vaguely like a dark wizard, except that his pale skinny legs are visible, and his arms hug plastic bags. I can see the back of Lacey's legs beneath her dress, her calves tight in midstride. I don't know how I look, but I know how I feel: Young. Goofy. Infinite.
John Greenbut there was nothing I could do to dim the supernovae exploding inside my brain, an endless chain of intra cranial firecrackers
John GreenAnd then I was asleep. That deep, can-still-taste-her-in-my-mouth sleep, that sleep that is not particularly restful but difficult to wake up from all the same.
John GreenSo itโs your death suit.โ โCorrect. Donโt you have a death outfit?โ โYeah,โ I said. โItโs a dress I bought for my fifteenth birthday party. But I donโt wear it on dates.โ His eyes lit up. โWeโre on a date?โ he asked. I looked down, feeling bashful. โDonโt push it.
John Green