Wait, wait. I don't get it.' 'That is because you only have eight... by John Green

Wait, wait. I don't get it.' 'That is because you only have eight functioning brain cells.

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After all this time, it seems to me like straight and fast is the only way out- but I choose the labyrinth. The labyrinth blows, but I choose it.

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She said, "It's not life or death, the labyrinth." "Um, okay. So what is it?" "Suffering," she said. "Doing wrong and having wrong things happen to you. That's the problem. Bolivar was talking about the pain, not about the living or dying. How do you get out of the labyrinth of suffering?... Nothing's wrong. But there's always suffering, Pudge. Homework or malaria or having a boyfriend who lives far away when there's a good-looking boy lying next to you. Suffering is universal. It's the one thing Buddhists, Christians, and Muslims are all worried about."

buddhist pain christian

Dude, you're such a geek. And that's coming from an overweight Star Trek fan who scored a 5 on the AP Calculus test. So you know your condition is grave

tests fans stars

By the way, I've decided to start referring to myself exclusively as 'Daddy.' Everytime Daddy would otherwise say 'I' or 'Me,' Daddy is now going to say 'Daddy.

referring daddy way

It was nice - in the dark and the quiet... and her eyes looking back, like there was something in me worth seeing.

Entropy increases. Things fall apart. by John Green

Entropy increases. Things fall apart.

hipster increase fall

My head was level with hers as we stared at each other from opposite sides of the glass. I don't remember how it ended - if I went to bed or she did. In my memory, it doesn't end. We just stay there, looking at each other, forever.

glasses opposites memories

Radar revs the engine as to say hustle, and we are running through the parking lot, Ben's robe flowing in the wind so that he looks vaguely like a dark wizard, except that his pale skinny legs are visible, and his arms hug plastic bags. I can see the back of Lacey's legs beneath her dress, her calves tight in midstride. I don't know how I look, but I know how I feel: Young. Goofy. Infinite.

dark running wind

It is easy to forget how full the world is of people, full to bursting, and each of them imaginable and consistently misimagined.

paper people world

This was not a place you go to live. It was a place you go to die... by John Green

This was not a place you go to live. It was a place you go to die."- Paper Towns

places-you-go towns paper

But before we can radically reshape the world, we need to shop. by John Green

But before we can radically reshape the world, we need to shop.

shopping world needs

I have never really thought of him as a person, either.... A guy whose strings were broken, who didn’t feel the root of his leaves of grass connected to the field, a guy who was cracked. Like me.

guy broken roots

Remember that time in the minivan, twenty minutes ago, when we di... by John Green

Remember that time in the minivan, twenty minutes ago, when we didn't die?

minutes twenties remember

By the power of the superglue beer sword, I designate you my driv... by John Green

By the power of the superglue beer sword, I designate you my driver!

Yeah, so if that guy can make it in drunk, surely we can make it in sober. I mean, we’re ninjas.' 'Well, maybe you’re a ninja,' I said. 'You’re just a really loud, awkward ninja,' Margo said, 'but we are both ninjas.

We imagine people as animals or gods. -But she was just a person,... by John Green

We imagine people as animals or gods. -But she was just a person, a girl.

girl animal people

Getting you a date to prom is so hard that the hypothetical idea... by John Green

Getting you a date to prom is so hard that the hypothetical idea itself is used to cut diamonds.

prom-queen cutting ideas

But I was not in the band, because I suffer from the kind of tone deafness that is generally associated with actual deafness

tone band suffering

Chuck Parson did not participate in organized sports, because to do so would distract from his larger goal of his life: to one day be convicted of murder

one-day goal sports

We got off at the next exit, quietly, and, switching drivers, we walked in front of the car. We met and I held him, my hands balled into tight fists around his shoulders, and he wrapped his short arms around me and squeezed tight, so that I felt the heaves of his chest as we realized over and over again that we were still alive. I realized it in waves and we held on to each other crying and I thought, 'God we must look so lame,' but it doesn't matter when you have just now realized, all the time later, that you are still alive.