We need never be hopeless, because we can never be irreparably broken. We think that we are invincible because we are. We cannot be born, and we cannot die. Like all energy, we can only change shapes and sizes and manifestations. They forget that when they get old. They get scared of losing and failing. But that part of us greater than the sum of our parts cannot begin and cannot end, and so it cannot fail.
One of my favorite John Green quotes (via dorkoinvasion)
(via dorkoinvasion)
Famous is the new popular.
Hassan Harbish, An Abundance of Katherines by John Green (Chapter Two)
Authors never included the whole story; they just got to the point. Colin thought the truth should matter as much as the point, and he figured that was why he couldn’t tell good stories.
Let me be happy; I’ll let you be happy. Giving each other shit is fine, but there comes a point.
An Abundance of Katherines by John Green (Chapter Eight)
But it only took a few more Katherines for him to look back nostalgically upon The Great One as the perfect spokesperson for the Katherine Phenomenon. Their three-minute relationship was the thing itself in its most unadulterated form. It was the immutable tango between the Dumper and the Dumpee: the coming and the seeing and the conquering and the returning home.
An Abundance of Katherines by John Green (Chapter Seven — The End (of the Beginning))
Well, I think you’re cool, and I want you to think I’m cool, and that’s all popular is.
Lindsey Lee Wells, An Abundance of Katherines by John Green (Chapter Seven)
That’s absolutely true, about the eight glasses a day. There’s no reason whatsoever to drink eight glasses of water a day unless you, for whatever reason, particularly like the taste of water. Most experts agree that unless there’s something horribly wrong with you, you should just drink water whenever you’re—get this—thirsty.
An Abundance of Katherines by John Green (Chapter Seven — Subscript 36: 99 word sentence)
I was different, that was all. And I hated all of them, and they hated all of me for an entire year. And then high school started, and I decided to make them like me. I just decided. It was so easy, dude. It was so, so easy. I just became it. If it walks like a cool kid and talks like a cool kid and dresses like a cool kid and has the right mix of naughtyandnastyandnice like a cool kid, it becomes a cool kid. But I’m not an asshole to people. There’s not even really popularity at my school.
Lindsey Lee Wells, An Abundance of Katherines by John Green (Chapter Seven)
So I was ugly. I was never fat, really, and I never wore headgear or had zits or anything. But I was ugly. I don’t even know how ugly and pretty get decided — maybe there’s like a secret cabal of boys who meet in the locker room and decide who’s ugly and who’s hot, because as far as I can remember, there was no such thing as a hot fourth-grader.
Lindsey Lee Wells, An Abundance of Katherines by John Green (Chapter Seven)
Catfish always drink alcoholic ether if begged, for every catfish enjoys heightened intoxication; gross indulgence can be calamitous, however; duly, garfish babysit for dirty catfish children, helping catfish babies get instructional education just because garfish get delight assisting infants’ growth and famously inspire confidence in immature catfish, giving experience (and joy even); however, blowfish jeer insightful garfish, disparaging inappropriately, doing damage, even insulting benevolent, charming, jovial garfish, hurting and frustrating deeply; joy fades but hurt feelings bring just grief; inevitable irritation hastens feeling blue; however, jovial children declare happiness, blowfishes’ evil causes dejection, blues; accordingly, always glorify jolly, friendly garfish!
An Abundance of Katherines by John Green (Chapter Seven — Subscript 33: 99 word sentence)
As they climbed the hill, it became clear that the street was actually a long driveway, which dead-ended into the largest singlefamily residence that Colin had ever personally laid eyes upon. Also, it was glaringly, bubble-gummingly, PeptoBismolly pink… “It ain’t much,” she said. “But it’s home.
An Abundance of Katherines by John Green (Chapter Seven)
