The urge to make art or contemplate philosophy does not go away when you are sick. Those urges just become transfigured by illness.
John GreenMy interest as a writer is not in reflecting actual human speech, which, of course, does not occur in sentences and is totally undiagrammable. My interest is in trying to reflect the reality of experience - how we feel when we talk to each other, how we feel when we're engaging with questions that interest us.
John GreenWe were sitting there on the couch together, and he pushed himself up to go but then fell back down onto the couch and sneaked a kiss onto my cheek. โAugustus!โ I said. โFriendly,โ he said. He pushed himself up again and really stood this time, then took two steps over to my mom and said, โAlways a pleasure to see you,โ and my mom opened her arms to hug him, whereupon Augustus leaned in and kissed my mom on the cheek. He turned back to me. โSee?โ he asked.
John Green