there is no best and no worst, ...those judgments have no real meaning because there is only what is
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 Iโd done here, all the love and pity and compassion and violence and spite, kept welling up inside me.
John Green