When we think of death, we often imagine it as happening in degrees: We think of a sick person becoming less and less alive until finally they are gone.
John GreenYou either have a great social life and shitty taste in music, or a fantastic taste in music with barely any social life.
John GreenAnd on the last day, the bad days become so difficult to recall, because one way or another, she had made a life here, just as I had. The town was paper, but the memories were not. All the things Iād done here, all the love and pity and compassion and violence and spite, kept welling up inside me.
John Green