But that wasn't quite right. I called it a nine because I was saving my ten. And here it was, the great and terrible ten, slamming me again and again as I lay still and alone in my bed staring at the ceiling, the waves tossing me against the rocks then pulling me back out to sea so they could launch me again into the jagged face of the cliff, leaving me floating faceup on the water, undrowned.
John GreenTrue love will triumph in the endโwhich may or may not be a lie, but if it is a lie, it's the most beautiful lie we have.
John GreenThat's the mystery, isn't it? Is the labyrinth living or dying? Which is he trying to escape---the world or the end of it?
John Green