Paper Towns

by John Green

I mean, at some point, you gotta stop looking up at the sky, or one of these days you’ll look back down and see that you floated away, too.

humans lack good mirrors. It’s so hard for anyone to show us how we look, and so hard for us to show anyone how we feel.

It is so hard to leave—until you leave. And then it is the easiest goddamned thing in the world.

What a treacherous thing it is to believe that a person is more than a person.

“Forever is composed of nows,