Lacey shrugged bashfully. โDo you think Iโm superficial?โ โWell, yeah.โ I thought of myself standing outside Beccaโs bedroom, hoping sheโd take her shirt off. โBut so am I,โ I added. โSo is everyone.
John GreenI'm a grenade and at some point I'm going to blow up and I would like to minimize the casualties, okay?
John GreenWithout pain, how could we know joy?' This is an old argument in the field of thinking about suffering and its stupidity and lack of sophistication could be plumbed for centuries but suffice it to say that the existence of broccoli does not, in any way, affect the taste of chocolate.
John GreenCold,โ he said, pressing a finger to my pale wrist. โNot cold so much as underoxygenated,โ I said. โI love it when you talk medical to me,โ he said. He stood, and pulled me up with him, and did not let go of my hand until we reached the stairs.
John Green