John Green, Paper Towns Quotes

People say friends don't destroy each otherWhat do they know about friends?

A poem can't do its work if you only read snippets of it.

We don't suffer from a shortage of metaphors, is what I mean. But you have to be careful which metaphor you choose, because it matters.

That's always seemed so ridiculous to me, that people want to be around someone because they're pretty. It's like picking your breakfeast cereals based on color instead of taste.

You know your problem, Quentin? You keep expecting people not to be themselves.

It became a weekend of reading, of trying to see her in the fragments of the poem she'd left for me.

Big, ugly homes for big, ugly people, ' I told Margo as we pulled into Casavilla.'No shit. If I ever end up being the kind of person who has one kid and seven bedrooms, do me a favor and shoot me.

That’s always seemed so ridiculous to me, that people would want to be around someone because they’re pretty. It’s like picking your breakfast cereals based on color instead of taste.

She laughed. ''You seem pretty normal.''''You've never seen Ben snort Sprite up his nose and then spit it out of his mouth, '' I said.''I look like a demented carbonated fountain, '' he deadpanned.

To die is different from what anyone supposed, and luckier.

I always felt like you had to be important to have enemies - Q

The rules of capitalization are so unfair to words in the middle of a sentence.

I always felt like you had to be important to have enemies.

Once we got out of Jefferson Park, we rolled down the one window that worked so the world would know we had good taste in music.

On some fundamental level we find it difficult to understand that other people are human beings in the same way that we are.

Nothing ever happens like you imagine it will

humans lack good mirrors. It's so hard for anyone to show us how we look, and so hard for us to show anyone how we feel

Imagine others complexly.

Everything looks uglier close up.

I don't know how I look, but I know how I feel: Young. Goofy. Infinite.

He just waited until I stopped talking and said, 'Jesus, kid, you're almost a detective. All you need now is a gun, a gut, and three ex-wives. So what's your theory?

You had been a paper boy to me all these years - two dimensions as a character on the page and two different, but still flat, dimensions as a person. But that night you turned out to be real.

I mean, he was something that happened to me, you know? But before he was this minor figure in the drama of my life he was - you know, the central figure in the drama of his own life.

The humans lack good mirrors. It's so hard for anyone to show us how we look, and so hard for us to show them how we feel.

I leave, and the leaving is so exhilarating I know I can never go back. But then what? Do I just keep leaving places, and leaving them, and leaving them, tramping a perpetual journey?

Most of my friends were in band, and most of my free time during school was spent within twenty feet of the band room

The longer I do my job ... the more I realize that humans lack good mirrors. It's so hard for anyone to show us how we look, and so hard for us to show anyone how we feel.

My heart is really pounding, " I said. "That's how you know you're having fun.

She raised one leg and gave me all her weight as I dipped her. She either trusted me or wanted to fall.

As long as we don't die, this is gonna be one hell of a story.

I will play out the string. I will not betray your trust. I will find you.

Was it animal pee or human pee? Someone asked.How would I know? What, am I an expert in the study of pee?

It's like she thinks my job is to please her, and that should be my dearest wish, and when I don't please her - I get shut out.

Life has become the future. Every moment of your life is lived for the future.

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

I felt the worry start to snatch at my breath when I finished talking.

Peeing is like a good book in that it is very, very hard to stop once you start.

The town was paper, but the memories were not.

The way I figure it, everyone gets a miracle.

Such was life that morning: nothing really mattered that much, not the good things and not the bad ones. We were in the business of mutual amusement, and we were reasonably prosperous." (pg. 18)

This was what I liked most about my friends: just sitting around and telling stories. Window stories and mirror stories. I only listened - the stories on my mind weren't that funny.

The abbreviated exam week meant that Wednesday was the last day of school for us. And all day long, it was hard not to walk around, thinking about the lastness of it all.

At some point, you just pull off the band aid and it hurts. But when it is over, you are relieved.

If you don't imagine, nothing ever happens at all

Ben, if you get pee in my brand-new car, I am going to cut your balls off."Still peeing, Ben looks over at me smirking. "You´re gonna need a hell of a big knife, bro.

She loved so much misteries tha she became one

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.

Paper Towns for a Paper Girl, who wants to think and read clearly

I’m not up for laughing, but their laughter makes the room feel safer, so we begin to explore.

We are not as frail as the strings would make us believe.