The sky is like a monochromatic contemporay painting, drawing me in its illusion of depth, pulling me up.
But once that string gets cut, kid, you can't uncut it. Do you get what I'm saying?
We imagine people as animals or gods. -But she was just a person, a girl.
The vast majority of us imagine ourselves as like literature people or math people. But the truth is that the massive processor known as the human brain is neither a literature organ or a math organ. It is both and more.
"I go to seek a Great Perhaps.
Tell me my copy is missing the last twenty pages or something. Hazel Grace, tell me I have not reached the end of this book. OH MY GOD DO THEY GET MARRIED OR NOT OH MY GOD WHAT IS THIS?!