LOOKING FOR ALASKA - JOHN GREEN

Looking For Alaska - Pg 214

I felt the heaves of his chest as we realized over and over again that we were still alive. I realized it in waves and we held on to each other crying and I thought, God we must look so lame, but it doesn't much matter when you have just now realized, all the time later, that you are still alive. 

Looking For Alaska - Pg 151

More than anything, I felt the unfairness of it, the inarguable injustice of loving someone who might have loved you back but can't due to deadness. 

Looking For Alaska - Pg 144

That is the fear: I have lost something important, and I cannot find it, and I need it. It is fear like if someone lost his glasses and went to the glasses store and they told him that the world had run out of glasses and he would just have to do without. 

Looking For Alaska - Pg 110

"Kevin is a blowup doll," Alaska said. "Prick us, we bleed. Prick him, he pops."

Looking For Alaska - Pg 103

The five of us walking confidently in a row, I'd never felt cooler. The Great Perhaps was upon us, and we were invincible. 

Looking For Alaska - Pg 100

People, I thought, wanted security. They couldn't bear the idea of death being a big black nothing, couldn't bear the thought of their loved ones not existing, and couldn't even imagine themselves not existing. I finally decided that people believed in an afterlife because they couldn't bear not to. 

Looking For Alaska - Pg 93

I sat in the back of the hatchback on the drive home--and that is how I thought of it: home--and fell asleep to the highway's monotonous lullaby. 

Looking For Alaska - Pg 88

"Shhhh," she said. "I'm sleeping."                       Just like that. From a hundred miles an hour to asleep in a nanosecond. I wanted so badly to lie down next to her on the couch, to wrap my arms around her and sleep. Not fuck, like in those movies. Not even have sex. Just sleep together, in the most innocent sense of the phrase. But I lacked the courage and she had a boyfriend and I was gawky and she was gorgeous and I was hopelessly boring and she was endlessly fascinating. So I walked back to my room and collapsed on the bottom bunk, thinking that if people were rain, I was drizzle and she was a hurricane. 

Looking For Alaska - Pg 81

After a while, she put down the book, and I felt warm but not drunk with the bottle resting between us--my chest touching the bottle and her chest touching the bottle but us not touching each other.

Looking For Alaska - Pg 81

She'd obviously read the book many times before, and so she read flawlessly and confidently, and I could hear her smile in the reading of it, and the sound of that smile made me think that maybe I would like novels better if Alaska Young read them to me.

Looking For Alaska - Pg 80

"So why don't you go home for vacations?" I asked her.     "I'm just scared of ghosts, Pudge. And home is full of them."

Looking For Alaska - Pg 75

Five layers, and yet I felt it, the nervous warmth of touching -- a pale reflection of the fireworks of one mouth on another, but a reflection nonetheless. And in the almostness of the moment, I cared at least enough.

Looking For Alaska - Pg 54

She didn't even glance at me. She just smiled toward the television and said, "You never get me. That's the whole point."

Looking For Alaska - Pg 53

"Well, later, I found out what it means. It's from an Aleut word, Alyeska. It means 'that which the sea breaks against,' and I love that. But at the time, I just saw Alaska up there. And it was big, just like I wanted to be. And it was damn far away from Vine Station, Alabama, just like I wanted to be."

Looking For Alaska - Pg 19

"That's the mystery, isn't it? Is the labyrinth living or dying? Which is he trying to escape -- the world or the end of it?"