An Abundance of Katherines

by John Green

And right then, the most special, magnificent, brilliant boy bolted into his bathroom and puked his guts out. An explosion, sort of.

After a while, having each tooth individually destroyed probably gets repetitive, even dull. But it never stops hurting.

And he found himself thinking that maybe stories don’t just make us matter to each other—maybe they’re also the only way to the infinite mattering he’d been after for so long.

Colin’s skin was alive with the feeling of connection to everyone in that car and everyone not in it. And he was feeling not-unique in the very best possible way.

Language shapes our memories, and it is also shaped by our memories.