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by John Green

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Preview — Paper Towns by John Green. Paper Towns Quotes showing of 1, It's like picking your breakfeast cereals based on color instead of taste.

And then it is the easiest goddamned thing in the world. Just that everything except the last thing is. You could count on ten years or so of real adulthood, right?

There was no planning for retirement, There was no planning for a career. There was no planning. No time for plannning. No time for a future. But then the life spans started getting longer, and people started having more and more future. And now life has become the future. Every moment of your life is lived for the future--you go to high school so you can go to college so you can get a good job so you can get a nice house so you can afford to send your kids to college so they can get a good job so they can get a nice house so they can afford to send their kids to college.

And then you picked me back. Not until you saw into my cracks and I saw into yours. Before that, we were just looking at ideas of each other, like looking at your window shade but never seeing inside.

But once the vessel cracks, the light can get in. The light can get out. You can see how fake it all is. It's not even hard enough to be made out of plastic. It's a paper town. I mean, look at it, Q: All those paper people living in their paper houses, burning the future to stay warm.

All the paper kids drinking beer some bum bought for them at the paper convenience store. Everyone demented with the mania of owning things. All the things paper-thin and paper-frail. And all the people, too. I've lived here for eighteen years and I have never once in my life come across anyone who cares about anything that matters.

Like each of us starts out as a watertight vessel. And the vessel starts to crack in places. And I mean, yeah once the vessel cracks open, the end becomes inevitable.

Once it starts to rain inside the Osprey, it will never be remodeled. But there is all this time between when the cracks start to open up and when we finally fall apart. And its only that time that we see one another, because we see out of ourselves through our cracks and into others through theirs. But before we can radically reshape the world, we need to shop. The rules of capitalization are so unfair to words in the middle.

Every moment of your life is lived for the future—you go to high school so you can go to college so you can get a good job so you can get a nice house so you can afford to send your kids to college so they can get a good job so they can get a nice house so they can afford to send their kids to college. You see the place as someone once imagined it. You see how fake it all is. I mean look at it, Q: All those paper people living in their paper houses, burning the future to stay warm.

All the paper kids drinking beer some bum bought for them at the paper convenience store. Everyone demented with the mania of owning things. All the things paper-thin and paper-frail. And all the people, too. Or even Lacey, although I actually liked her. But it was the last string.

It was a lame string, for sure, but it was the one I had left, and every paper girl needs at least one string, right? I turned around and splashed her. She leaned her body into mine a little and I could feel her upper arm against my ribs.

When a guy like that gets promoted to Executive Vice President of Urine Gunning, immediate action must be taken. I understand that you do not control Chuck and Jasper.

But you see, I am in a similar situation. I do not control the little devil sitting on my left shoulder. So do I little angel. They strain against the string and strain against it, and then something happens, and that string gets cut, and they just float away.

It was a place you go to die. I learn that it is not the idle fantasies of someone who maybe wants something important to happen to him, even if the important thing is horrible. This cannot be addressed by breathing exercises. This fear bears no analogy to any fear I knew before. This is the basest of all possible emotions, the feeling that was with us before we existed, before this building existed, before the earth existed.

This is the fear that made fish crawl out onto dry land and evolve lungs, the fear that teaches us to run, the fear that makes us bury our dead.

But I am not prepared. I made a feeble attempt. So grass is a metaphor for life, and for death, and for equality, and for connectedness, and for children, and for God, and for hope. There was no shortage of ways to see her. Not like a sister loves a brother or like a friend loves a friend.

I love you like a really drunk guy loves the best girl ever. Even though you suck so much! But thanks for the beer! That way no one can steal it from me! You like me anyway. And I like you. To try, even at this great remove, to hear the opera of her. I liked that they liked each other. We idealize them as gods or dismiss them as animals. And I had never quite thought of her that way, not really; it was a failure of all my previous imaginings. All along—not only since she left, but for a decade before—I had been imagining her without listening, without knowing that she made as poor a window as I did.

Margo was not a miracle. She was not an adventure. She was not a fine and precious thing. She was a girl. Radar rolled his eyes. The human tongue is like wasabi: For the longest time, it felt kind of like my chest was cracking open, but not precisely in an unpleasant way.

I had engineered a most unlikely prom coupling. I had quieted the hounds of caste warfare. I had come to feel comfortable inside the rat-infested haunted house where she did her best thinking. But I could not yet become the wounded person. And then it is the easiest goddamned thing in the world. Do I just keep leaving places, and leaving them, and leaving them, tramping a perpetual journey? Pulling life out by the roots. And so when she left, she left for good. But I could not believe she had left for a perpetual journey.

She had, I felt sure, left for a place—a place where she could stay long enough for it to matter, long enough for the next leaving to feel as good as the last one had.

I hand him his shirt and he wiggles into it while driving with his knees. I feel like this is an important idea, one of those ideas that your brain must wrap itself around slowly, the way pythons eat. We can hear others, and we can travel to them without moving, and we can imagine them, and we are all connected one to the other by a crazy root system like so many leaves of grass—but the game makes me wonder whether we can really ever fully become another.

Two cows stand oblivious in the highway.


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It’s a paper town. I mean look at it, Q: look at all those cul-de-sacs, those streets that turn in on themselves, all the houses that were built to fall apart. All those paper people living in their paper houses, burning the future to stay warm.” (p. All those paper people living in their paper houses, burning the future to stay warm. All the paper kids drinking beer some bum bought for them at the paper convenience store. Everyone demented with the mania of owning things. All the things paper-thin and paper-frail. And all the people, too.