Paper Towns

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Speak 2009 Paperback

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Forlag Speak

Utgivelsesår 2009

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Språk Engelsk

Sider 320

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Just remember that sometimes, the way you think about a person isn't the way they actually are.

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"Forever is composed of nows," she says.

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The town was paper, but the memories were not.

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Isn't it also that on some fundamental level we find it difficult to understand that other people are human beings in the same way that we are? We idealize them as gods or dismiss them as animals.

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What a treacherous thing to believe that a person is more than a person.

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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, and it’s only in that time that we can see one another, because we see out of ourselves through our cracks, and into others through theirs. 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.

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She loved mysteries so much that she became one.

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For the longest time, it felt kind of like my chest was cracking open.

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