"Augustus Waters was a self-aggrandizing bastard. But we forgive him. We forgive him not because he had a heart as figuratively good as his literal one sucked, or because he knew more about how to hold a cigarette than any nonsmoker in history, or because he got eighteen years when he should’ve gotten more.’
‘Seventeen,’ Gus corrected.
‘I’m assuming you’ve got some time, you interupting bastard.
‘I’m telling you,’ Isaac continued, ‘Augustus Waters talked so much that he’d interupt you at his own funeral. And he was pretentious: Sweet Jesus Christ, that kid never took a piss without pondering the abundant metaphorical resonances of human waste production. And he was vain: I do not believe I have ever met a more physically attractive person who was more acutely aware of his own physical attractiveness.
‘But I will say this: When the scientists of the future show up at my house with robot eyes and they tell me to try them on, I will tell the scientists to screw off, because I do not want to see a world without him.’
I was kind of crying by then."
— John Green, The Fault in Our Stars
"When I was 5 years old, my mother always told me that happiness was the key to life. When I went to school, they asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up. I wrote down ‘happy’. They told me I didn’t understand the assignment, and I told them they didn’t understand life."
"How the brain operates when it’s reading a novel is completely different to how the brain operates when it’s reading the internet. When the brain reads the internet (or a cell phone or what have you) it’s constantly scanning for key words and visible anchors, such as gifs or flashy hyperlinks. These give the brain somewhat of a reminder as to where you are on the page, and the more of these means more for your brain. The trouble with real reading, as any big boy or big girl will tell you, is that there are no magic moving pictures in grown-up books. Or clickable links. I know! Whaaaa! We are all turning into a nation of giant near-illiterate babies who apparently only read the headline and the slugline and then leave it at that. Essentially: we are unlearning to read."
"We met at the wrong time. That’s what I keep telling myself anyway. Maybe one day years from now, we’ll meet in a coffee shop in a far away city somewhere and we could give it another shot."
— eternal sunshine in a spotless mind