I'm a bad boyfriend. She's a bad girlfriend. We deserve each other.
John GreenStichwörter: notable
We all use the future to escape the present.
John GreenStichwörter: looking-for-alaska
As Alaska zipped through something obvious about linear equations, stoner/baller Hank Walsten said, "Wait, wait. I don't get it."
"That's because you have eight functioning brain cells."
"Studies show that Marijuana is better for your health than those cigarettes," Hank said.
Alaska swallowed a mouthful of fries, took a drag on her cigarette, and blew a smoke at Hank. "I may die young," she said. "But at least I'll die smart. Now, back to tangents.
Stichwörter: life smoking smart alaska cigarettes
You're not boring. You've got to stop saying that, or people will start believing you.
John GreenWe're going to get gored to death by a feral fugging hog and your best strategy is to pretend it's a grizzly bear?
John GreenThe Side Effects of Dying in Your Pants isn't really funny… Alright, it's a little funny.
John GreenStichwörter: humor book-title
We had to forgive to survive in the labyrinth. There were so many of us who would have to live with things done and things left undone that day. Things that did not go right, things that seemed okay at that time because we could not see the future. If only we could see the endless string of consequences that result from our smallest actions. But we can't know better until knowing better is useless.
John GreenWait, wait. I don't get it.'
'That is because you only have eight functioning brain cells.
Stichwörter: alaska-young
It was not enough to be the last guy she kissed. I wanted to be the last one she loved. And I knew I wasn’t. I knew it, and I hated her for it. I hated her for not caring about me. I hated her for leaving that night, and I hated myself , too, not only because I let her go but because if I had been enough for her, she wouldn’t have even wanted to leave. She would have just lain with me and talked and cried, and I would have listened and kissed at her tears as they pooled in her eyes.
John GreenThe sky is like a monochromatic contemporay painting, drawing me in its illusion of depth, pulling me up.
John GreenStichwörter: margo-to-quentin
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