I pointed at the little kids goading each other to jump from rib cage to shoulder and Gus answered just loud enough for me to hear over the din, 'Last time, I imagined myself as the kid. This time, the skeleton.
John GreenIf I could just stay alive for a week, Iโd know the unwritten secrets of Annaโs mom and the Dutch Tulip Guy.
John GreenNothing really mattered that much, not the good things and not the bad ones. We were in the business of mutual amusement, and we were reasonably prosperous.
John GreenWow,โ I said. โAre you making this up?โ โHazel Grace, could I, with my meager intellectual capacities, make up a letter from Peter Van Houten featuring phrases like โour triumphantly digitized contemporaneityโ?โ โYou could not,โ I allowed. โCan I, can I have the email address?โ โOf course,โ Augustus said, like it was not the best gift ever.
John Green