Turtles All the Way Down

by John Green

Davis and I never talked much, or even looked at each other, but it didn’t matter, because we were looking at the same sky together, which is maybe more intimate than eye contact anyway. Anybody can look at you. It’s quite rare to find someone who sees the same world you see.

I think about her all the time. My stomach flips when I see her. But is it love, or just something we don’t have a word for?

“Sleep tight, ya morons.” —J. D. SALINGER I think this is good-bye, my friends, although, then again: No one ever says good-bye unless they want to see you again.

“If taking a pill makes you different, like, if it changes the way-down you … that’s just a screwed-up idea, you know? Who’s deciding what me means—me

Our hearts were broken in the same places. That’s something like love, but maybe not quite the thing itself.

You remember your first love because they show you, prove to you, that you can love and be loved, that nothing in this world is deserved except for love, that love is both how you become a person, and why.