You're both the fire and the water that extinguishes it. You're the narrator, the protagonist, and the sidekick. You're the storyteller and the story told. You are somebody's something, but you are also your you.
- Aza Holmes, John Green's Turtles All The Way Down
"You remember your first love because they show you, prove to you, that you can love and be loved, that nothing in this world is deserved except for love, that love is both how you become a person, and why."
"No, no," I said. "See, it's just that my name's Aristotle."
His eyes lit up. I mean, the guy was ready to listen to every word I said.
"Aristotle," I repeated.
Then we both kind of went a little crazy. Laughing.
"In the best conversations, you don't even remember what you talked about, only how it felt. It felt like we were in some place your body can't visit, some place with no ceiling and no walls and no floor and no instruments."
-John Green, Turtles All the Way Down
"But when people understand one another without speaking, it can often leave them with very little to talk about, don’t you think?"
Call Me By Your Name, André Aciman // The Voyage Out, Virginia Woolf// Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe, Benjamin Alire Sáenz//A Man Called Ove, Fredrik Backman// John Green, Turtles All The Way Down// David Augsburger// Tove Jansson// Meg Wolitzer
“You remember your first love because they show you, prove to you, that you can love and be loved, that nothing in this world is deserved except for love, that love is both how you become a person and why.”
“We never really talked much or even looked at each other, but it didn't matter because we were looking at the same sky together, which is maybe even more intimate than eye contact anyway. I mean, anybody can look at you. It's quite rare to find someone who sees the same world you see.”
When John Green wrote “but the really scary thing is not turning and turning in the widening gyre; it’s turning and turning in a tightening gyre. It’s getting sucked into a whirlpool that shrinks and shrinks and shrinks your world until you’re just spinning without moving, stuck inside a prison cell that is exactly the size of you, until you realise you are not actually in the prison cell. You are the prison cell.” and when he concluded with hope, “Spirals grow infinitely small the farther you follow them inward, but they also grow infinitely large the farther you follow them out.”