"...so far, the best personal answer I had to "What happens to people after they die?" was "Well, something. Maybe.""



"God, 'I love you' really is the gateway drug of breaking up. Saying 'I love you' while walkingacross the dorm circle inevitably leads to saying 'I love you' while you're doing it."

""It's not because I want to make out with her."

"Hold on." He grabbed a pencil and scrawled excitedly at the paper as if he'd just made a mathematical breakthrough and then looked back up at me. "I just did some calculations, and I've been able to determine that you're full of shit."

And he was right."



Beneath the full moon she cast a shadow, and you could see the curve from her waist to her hips in the shadow


And this too, this is brilliant.
 
 "...I talked about why I thought it was an important question. 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."


...we kissed quietly and laughed softly with our mouths and our eyes. After so much kissing that it almost started to get boring, I whispered, "Do you want to be my girlfriend?" And she said, "Yes please," and smiled. We slept together in her sleeping bag, which felt a little crowded, to be honest, but was still nice. I had never felt another person against me as I slept. It was a fine end to the best day of my life.
 
Well look at that.

Looking for Alaska - John Green