Turtles All the Way Down

by John Green

I don’t know what superpower William James enjoyed, but I can no more choose my thoughts than choose my name.

The worst part of being truly alone is you think about all the times you wished that everyone would just leave you be. Then they do, and you are left being, and you turn out to be terrible company.

“You think it’s hard for you and I’m sure it is from inside your head, but . . . you can’t get it, because your privileges are just oxygen to you.

I wanted to say more, to find a way to express the magnetic poles of my love for my mother: thank you I’m sorry thank you I’m sorry.