It is easy to forget how full the world is of people, full to bursting, and each of them imaginable and consistently misimagined. - John Green

And then he lay there in his fever of sorry and repeated the now memorized note in his head and wanted to cry, but instead he only felt this aching behind his solar plexus. Crying adds something: crying is you, plus tears. But the feeling Colin had was some horrible opposite of crying. It was you, minus something.

If you are rich, you have to be an idiot not to stay rich. And if you are poor, you have to be really smart to get rich.

That's always seemed so ridiculous to me, that people want to be around someone because they're pretty. It's like picking your breakfeast cereals based on color instead of taste.