What about the rest of your life?"She shrugged. "What about... - John Green, Paper Towns
"What about the rest of your life?"She shrugged. "What about it?""Aren't you worried about, like, forever?""Forever is composed of nows,"she says."
"What about the rest of your life?"She shrugged. "What about it?""Aren't you worried about, like, forever?""Forever is composed of nows,"she says."
"What a treacherous thing to believe that a person is more than a person."
"Poetry is just so emo."he said. "Oh, the pain. The pain. It always rains. In my soul."
"Imagine others complexly."
"If you don't imagine, nothing ever happens at all."
"I'm not saying that everything is survivable. Just that everything except the last thing is."