Paper Towns is the latest John Green book to be adapted for the big screen. In preparation for seeing the film, we re-read the book and realized that it is possibly his best work. Q follows the clues Margo leaves behind and in the process learns something about himself and his friends.
The mystery makes the book intriguing and the teenagers feel real, like you could walk into a high school and find each one of them. Here are some of our favorite Paper Towns quotes that highlight the beauty of this book. And we are going to wrong some rights. The first shall be last; the last shall be first; the meek shall do some earth-inheriting.
But before we can radically reshape the world, we need to shop. You see how fake it all is. I mean look at it, Q: All those paper people living in their paper houses, burning the future to stay warm. The light turned green and Ben hit the gas. I learn that it is not the idle fantasies of someone who maybe wants something important to happen to him, even if the important thing is horrible.
This cannot be addressed by breathing exercises. This fear bears no analogy to any fear I knew before. This is the basest of all possible emotions, the feeling that was with us before we existed, before this building existed, before the earth existed.
This is the fear that made fish crawl out onto dry land and evolve lungs, the fear that teaches us to run, the fear that makes us bury our dead. There was no shortage of ways to see her. She was not an adventure. She was not a fine and precious thing. She was a girl. This is what I had to do.
I had to hear and imagine my way into her map. Maybe this time she wanted to be found, and to be found by me. Maybe — just as she had chosen me on the longest night, she had chosen be again. And maybe untold riches awaited he who found her. Standing before this building, I learn something about fear. I learn that it is not the idle fantasies of someone who maybe wants something important to happen to him, even if the important thing is horrible … This fear is bears no analogy to any fear I knew before.
This is the basest of all possible emotions, the feeling that was with us before we existed, before this building existed, before the earth existed. This is the fear that made fish crawl onto dry land and evolve lungs, the fear that teaches us to run, the fear that makes us bury our dead. You keep expecting people not to be themselves. Varying degrees of sick, varying degrees of neurotic, varying degrees of self-actualized. The fundamental mistake I had always made — and that she had, in fairness, always led me to make — was this: Margo was not a miracle.
She was not an adventure. She was not a fine and precious thing. She was a girl. For the longest time, it felt kind of like my chest was cracking open, but not precisely in an unpleasant way.
I know she is t he most important thing to you. But we graduate in, like, a week. It is so hard to leave — until you leave. And then it is the easiest goddamned thing in the world. I blame her for this ridiculous, fatal chase — for putting us at risk, for making me into the kind of jackass who would stay up all night and drive too fast. I would not be dying were it not for her.
I would have stayed home, and I have always stayed home, and I would have been safe, and I would have done the one thing I have always wanted to do, which is grow up. You came here because you wanted to save poor little Margo from her troubled little self, so that I would be oh-so-thankful to my knight in shining armor that I would strip my clothes off and beg you to ravage my body. But I could never be the idea to myself, not all the way.
But as for me: I must ask the wounded man where he is hurt, because I cannot become the wounded man. The only wounded man I can be is me. But imagining being someone else, or the world being something else, is the only way in. When did we see each other face-to-face?
Not until you saw into my cracks and I saw into yours. Before that, we were just looking at ideas of each other, like looking at your window shade but never seeing inside. But once the vessel cracks, the light can get in.
The light can get out. After we kiss, our foreheads touch as we stare at each other. Yes, I can see her almost perfectly in this cracked darkness. Sign In Sign Up. All Themes Perception vs. Teach your students to analyze literature like LitCharts does. Detailed explanations, analysis, and citation info for every important quote on LitCharts.
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Paper Towns Quote Post Hey book lovers! Sorry I am a couple of days late with this one but there were A LOT of quotes for this one! As always the quotes are organized chronologically, but the page numbers are from my hard cover copy. they are under the cut! # paper towns # paper towns quotes # dftba # nerdfighters # bookloversbookclub.
Quotes tagged as "paper-towns" (showing of ) “What a treacherous thing to believe that a person is more than a person.” ― John Green, Paper Towns. PAPER TOWNS QUOTES AND PAGE NUMBERS "I always got very nervous whenever I heard that Margo was about to show up, on account of how she was the most fantastically gorgeous creature that God had ever created." (pg. 4) "All those paper people living in their paper houses, burning the future to stay warm." (pg. 57) "Everyone demented with the mania of owning things.
“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.” Paper Towns 0 When I wake up, the dying light of the day makes everything seem to matter, from the yellowing sky to the stalks of grass above my head, waving in slow motion like a beauty queen.