The Fault in Our Stars

by John Green

“We pour Scotch into a glass and then call to mind thoughts of water, and then we mix the actual Scotch with the abstracted idea of water.”

One afternoon, he pointed vaguely toward a laundry basket in a corner of the room and asked me, “What’s that?” “That laundry basket?” “No, next to it.” “I don’t see anything next to it.” “It’s my last shred of dignity. It’s very small.”