Sunday, March 22, 2015

{Favorite Quotes/BookTalk} Paper Towns; John Green

Rating: 95%
Series: None
Genre: Contemporary, Mystery, Fiction, Young Adult,
Publisher: Speak
Publication Date: October 1, 2008
Page Count: 305
Format: eBook
Source: Amazon


Goodreads Synopsis: Who is the real Margo?

Quentin Jacobsen has spent a lifetime loving the magnificently adventurous Margo Roth Spiegelman from afar. So when she cracks open a window and climbs into his life—dressed like a ninja and summoning him for an ingenious campaign of revenge—he follows. After their all-nighter ends, and a new day breaks, Q arrives at school to discover that Margo, always an enigma, has now become a mystery. But Q soon learns that there are clues—and they're for him. Urged down a disconnected path, the closer he gets, the less Q sees the girl he thought he knew...

Favorite Quote Compilation

“The way I figure it, everyone gets a miracle. Like, I will probably never be struck by lightening, or win a Nobel Prize, or become the dictator of a small nation in the Pacific Islands, or contract terminal ear cancer, or spontaneously combust. But if you consider all the unlikely things together, at least one of them will probably happen to each of us. I could have seen it rain frogs. I could have stepped foot on Mars. I could have been eaten by a whale. I could have married the Queen of England or survived months at sea. But my miracle was different. My miracle was this: out of all the houses in all the subdivisions in all of Florida, I ended up living next door to Margo Roth Spiegelman.” --- 1

Right off the bat, we get ta full picture of the way our main character Quentin sees the world. His point of view is one he is absolutely sure of as well as one that captures life in a sort of vintage filter way only John Green can write. This brings me to the fact that the opening paragraph of Paper Towns is obviously a John Green book, simply because no other author has such a distinct word choice, tone, and way of stating things that only he can do.

“Margo always loved mysteries. And in everything that came afterward, I could never stop thinking that maybe she loved mysteries so much that she became one.” --- 10

"I did not aspire to become the world's only virgin with pubic lice." --- 16

Chuck Parson did not participate in organized sports, because to do so would distract from the larger goal of his life: to one day be convicted of homicide." --- 16

"I’d had nearly four years of experience looking at these clocks, but their sluggishness never ceased to surprise . If I am ever told that I have one day to live, I will head straight for the hallowed halls of Winter Park High School, where a day has been known to last a thousand years." --- 18

"The rules of capitalization are so unfair to words in the middle.” --- 32

“It’s a penis,” Margo said, “in the same sense that Rhode Island is a state: it may have an illustrious history, but it sure isn’t big.” --- 41

"Margo’s beauty was a kind of sealed vessel of perfection— uncracked and uncrackable." -- 51

“Everything’s uglier close up,” — 57


"I think that’s why she never really worried about me— as long as I wasn’t ritually decapitating gerbils or urinating on my own face, she figured I was a success." --- 86

“Because I think that is precisely what Whitman would have wanted. For you to see ‘Song of Myself’ not just as a poem but as a way into understanding another. But I wonder if maybe you have to read it as a poem, instead of just reading these fragments for quotes and clues. I do think there are some interesting connections between the poet in ‘Song of Myself’ and Margo Spiegelman— all that wild charisma and wanderlust. But a poem can’t do its work if you only read snippets of it.” --- 161
I needed to discover what Margo was like when she wasn’t being Margo. — 170
"Talking to a drunk person was like talking to an extremely happy, severely brain-damaged three-year-old." --- 181

"Peeing is like a good book in that it is very, very hard to stop once you start." --- 183

Margo Roth Spiegelman was a person, too.... Margo was not a miracle. She was not an adventure. She was not a fine and precious thing. She was a girl. — 199 


"The town was paper, but the memories were not. All the things I’d done here, all the love and pity and compassion and violence and spite , kept welling up inside me. These whitewashed cinder-block walls. My white walls. Margo’s white walls. We’d been captive in them for so long, stuck in their belly like Jonah." --- 227

"leaving feels good and pure only when you leave something important, something that mattered to you. Pulling life out by the roots. But you can’t do that until your life has grown roots. --- 234


"You’re pissed at this idea of me you keep inside your brain from when we were little!” — 285

“Forever is composed of nows,” — 296





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