There were five others before they got to him. He smiled a little when his turn came. His voice was low, smoky, and dead sexy. โMy name is Augustus Waters,โ he said. โIโm seventeen. I had a little touch of osteosarcoma a year and a half ago, but Iโm just here today at Isaacโs request.โ โAnd how are you feeling?โ asked Patrick. โOh, Iโm grand.โ Augustus Waters smiled with a corner of his mouth. โIโm on a roller coaster that only goes up, my friend.
John GreenHow will I ever get out of this labyrinth!" to a margin note written in her loop-heavy cursive: Straight & Fast.
John GreenWriting, or at least good writing, is an outgrowth of that urge to use language to communicate complex ideas and experiences between people. And that's true whether you're reading Shakespeare or bad vampire fiction-reading is always an act of empathy. It's always an imagining of what it's like to be someone else.
John GreenThe ideas of directing attention outward, trying to imagine other people complexly, trying not to see myself as the center of the universe - these concepts have become important to me, and I hope they're at work in my life on a minute-by-minute basis.
John Green