BEST QUOTES FROM PAPER TOWNS BY JOHN GREEN

Here is a list of the best quotes I found from the book 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.

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

• The easiest way to solve a mystery is to decide that there is no mystery.

• You keep expecting people not to be themselves. I mean I could hate you for being massively unpunctual and for never being interested in anything other than Margo Roth Spiegelman, and for, like, never asking me about how it's going with my girlfriend-but I don't give a shit, man, because you are you. My parents have shit ton of black Santas but that's okay. They're them. I'm too obsessed with a reference website to answer my phone sometimes when my friends call, or my girlfriend. That's okay too That's me. You like me anyway. And I like you. You're funny, and you're smart, and you may show up late, but you always show up eventually.
  

•  I know it’s impossible for you to see peers this way, but when you’re older, you start to see them—the bad kids and the good kids and all kids—as people. They’re just people, who deserve to be cared for. Varying degrees of sick, varying degrees of neurotic, varying degrees of self-actualized.

• the more I realize that 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.

• Margo was not a miracle. She was not an adventure. She was not a fine and precious thing. She was a girl.

• I do not ask the wounded person how he feels . . . . I myself become the wounded person.

• And on the last day, the bad days become so difficult to recall

• The town was paper, but the memories were not

• even if you want to leave, it is so hard

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

• They’d given me a minivan. They could have picked any car, and they picked a minivan. A minivan. O God of Vehicular Justice, why dost thou mock me? Minivan, you albatross around my neck! You mark of Cain! You wretched beast of high ceilings and few horsepower!

• the pleasure isn’t in doing the thing; the pleasure is in planning it

• I have only just now learned: leaving feels good and pure only when you leave something important, something that mattered to you. Pulling life out by the roots. But you can’t do that until your life has grown roots.

• Maybe it’s more like you said before, all of us being cracked open. Like, each of us starts out as a watertight vessel. And these things happen—these people leave us, or don’t love us, or don’t get us, or we don’t get them, and we lose and fail and hurt one another. And the vessel starts to crack open 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.

• 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, we must imagine them.

I may or may not write a review for this novel cause it was boring. I'll just write a summary here. So there is this guy Quentin who is so in love with his neighbour Margo. Margo runs away and he tries to find her. And literally once dies during the process. I mean it's ok that he decided to find her but risking your life is not ok. And she didn't even know that he loved her! Again not worth it. He wastes time and money and well, even in the end its not worth it. People be in love but don't be stupid. I rate this 2 out of 5.  

Thats all for now. Ciao ;)