Mass Quotes #8: Paper Towns & Let it Snow

October 16, 2008 at 20:45 (books, friendship, life, love, wisdom) (, , , , )

This is the post I’ve been waiting to make for months featuring a lot of really cool quotes from John Green’s Paper Towns! Its official release date was today (though it hit shelves a week or two ago, because that’s how big chain stores are) and you should all read it. It is that amazing. I read it a few months ago as an ARC I borrowed from my librarian friend Heather and then today I went out & bought my own copy. This book has two covers & for now I have the happy Margo yellow cover, but in the future I hope to also get the sad Margo blue cover.

Look for a review of Paper Towns coming up on Typeset World next week because I will be reviewing this book for my school newspaper. Also keep an eye out for a post about how I met John Green, because I’m meeting him in a week!! 😀 (anyone else going to the Naperville event?)

Anyway, on with the quotes! SPOILERS AHEAD

Margo always loved mysteries. And in everything that came afterward, I could never stop thinking that maybe she loved mysteries so much she became one.

Here’s what’s not beautiful about it: from here, you can’t see the rust or the cracked paint or whatever, but you can tell what the place really is. You see how fake it all is. It’s not even hard enough to be made of plastic. It’s a paper town. I mean look at it, Q: look at all those cul-de-sacs, those streets that turn in on themselves, all the houses that were built to fall apart. All those paper people living in their paper houses, burning the future to stay warm. All the paper kids drinking beer some bum bought for them at the paper convenience store. Everyone demented with the mania of owning things. All the things paper-thin and paper-frail. And all the people, too. I’ve lived here for eighteen years and I have never once in my life come across anyone who cares about anything that matters.
-Margo Roth Speigelman

“I mean, at some point you gotta stop looking up at the sky or one of these days you’ll look back down and see that you floated away, too.”
-Detective Otis Warren

“Yeah, so if that guy can make it in drunk, surely we can make it in sober. I mean, we’re ninjas.”
“Well, maybe you’re a ninja,” I said.
“You’re just a really loud, awkward ninja,” Margo said, “but we are both ninjas.”

“But it was the last string. It was a lame string, for sure, but it was the one I had left, and every paper girl needs at least one string, right?”
-Margo Roth Speigelman

It is so hard to leave–until you leave. And then it is the easiest goddamned thing in the world.”
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And now some extras, from Let it Snow:

I felt so alone on that train…a weird, unnatural kind of alone that bore into me. It was a feeling just beyond fear and somewhere to the left of sadness. Tired, but not the kind of tired that sleep fixes. It was dark and gloomy, and yet, it didn’t seem that things would get any better if the lights were turned up. If anything, I would be able to get a much better look at my unpleasant situation.
-Maureen Johnson, Let it Snow: The Jubilee Express

“I promise you that it will be okay,” the Duke said, her voice measured, quiet.
“You’re good at that,” I said. “At, like, saying crazy things in a way that makes me believe them.”
She stood up on her toes, grabbed me by the shoulders, and looked at me, her nose red and snow-wet, her face close to mine. “You do not like cheerleaders. You think they are lame. You like cute, funny, emo girls who I will enjoy hanging out with.”
I shrugged my shoulders. “Yeah, that didn’t work,” I said.
“Damn it.” She smiled.
-John Green, Let it Snow: A Cheertastic Christmas Miracle

“Yeah, I’m already kind of cold,” she said, and then stood next to me, her side against mine. I couldn’t imagine how she could be cold beneath that gigantic ski coat, but it didn’t matter. It reminded me that at least I wasn’t alone out here. I reached up and mussed her hat as I put my arm around her.
“Duke, what are we gonna do?”
“This is probably more fun than Waffle House would be, anyway,” she said.
-John Green, Let it Snow: A Cheertastic Christmas Miracle

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