It is saying these things that keeps us from falling apart. And maybe by imagining these futures we can make them real, and maybe not, but either way… - John Green

Talking to a drunk person was like talking to an extremely happy, severely brain-damaged three-year-old.

When did we see each other face-to-face? 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.

Imagining the future is a kind of nostalgia." "Huh?" I asked. "You spend your whole life stuck in the labyrinth, thinking about how you'll escape it one day, and how awesome it will be, and imagining that future keeps you going, but you never do it. You just use the future to escape the present.