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Helene siterer Looking for Alaska av John Green (side 263)
20:06, 12. august 2013 2 har det som favoritt.
Thomas Edison´s last words were, "It´s very beautiful over there." I don´t know where there is, but I know it´s somewhere, and I hope it´s beautiful.
Helene siterer Looking for Alaska av John Green (side 262)
20:03, 12. august 2013 Ingen har det som favoritt.
We are as indestructible as we believe ourselves to be.
Helene siterer Looking for Alaska av John Green (side 228)
20:01, 12. august 2013 Ingen har det som favoritt.
"Let me ask you a question, Pudge. When you´re old and grey and your grandchildren are sitting on your knee and look up at you and say, ´Grandpappy, who gave you your first blow job? do you really want to have to tell them it was some girl you spent the rest of high school ignoring? No!"
Helene siterer Looking for Alaska av John Green (side 226)
19:57, 12. august 2013 Ingen har det som favoritt.
"The thing is that I just don´t find it very interesting," Takumi said matter-of-factly.
Helene siterer Looking for Alaska av John Green (side 209)
19:55, 12. august 2013 Ingen har det som favoritt.
Six days later, four Sundays after the last Sunday....
Helene siterer Looking for Alaska av John Green (side 200)
19:54, 12. august 2013 Ingen har det som favoritt.
The Colonel laughed. "Hey, look at that. Pudge made a funny!"
Helene siterer Looking for Alaska av John Green (side 199)
19:53, 12. august 2013 Ingen har det som favoritt.
"Funny," I said.
"I know. God, I´m a genius."
Helene siterer Looking for Alaska av John Green (side 188)
19:51, 12. august 2013 Ingen har det som favoritt.
The Colonel sat down next to me in religion class, sighed and said, "You reek of smoke, Pudge."
"Ask me if I give a shit."
Helene siterer Looking for Alaska av John Green (side 131)
18:16, 12. august 2013 Ingen har det som favoritt.
"Pudge, my friend, we are indefuckingstructable."
Helene siterer Looking for Alaska av John Green (side 130)
18:15, 12. august 2013 Ingen har det som favoritt.
Swimming towards us like a swan possessed. Wings flapping furiously as it came, and then it was on the shore in front of us, making a noise that sounded like nothing else in this world, like all the worst parts of a dying rabbit plus all the worst parts of a crying baby, and there was no other way, so we just ran.
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