He wanted to draw out the moment before the moment- because as good as kissing feels, nothing feels as good as the anticipation of it.
John GreenShe had this dark cancer water dripping out of her chest. Eyes closed. Intubated. But her hand was still her hand, still warm and the nails painted this almost black dark blue and I just held her hand and tried to imagine the world without us and for about one second I was a good enough person to hope she died so she would never know that I was going, too. But then I wanted more time so we could fall in love. I got my wish, I suppose. I left my scar.
John GreenHe loved the scratching of pencil against paper when he was focused: it meant something was happening.
John Green