The Fault in Our Stars

“The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, / But in ourselves, that we are underlings.”

I can’t write much about this book. You’ll have to read it yourself. It is one of those books you can’t put down until you finished it, even though you don’t really want it to end. Thanks John Green. You had me at uhmm the book title – inspired by Shakespeare. I have always been a sucker for intertextuality.

The story is as hopeful as it is tragic. It is a story about cancer but also a story about so much more. Love. Time. Infinity. There is no … and they lived happily ever after, which wasn’t to expect in the first place. Still I didn’t expect that kind of ending.

Amsterdam“There are infinite numbers between 0 and 1. There’s .1 and .12 and .112 and an infinite collection of others. Of course, there is a bigger infinite set of numbers between 0 and 2, or between 0 and a million. Some infinities are bigger than other infinities. A writer we used to like taught us that. There are days, many of them, when I resent the size of my unbounded set. I want more numbers than I’m likely to get, and God, I want more numbers for Augustus Waters than he got. But, Gus, my love, I cannot tell you how thankful I am for our little infinity. I wouldn’t trade it for the world. You gave me a forever within the numbered days, and I’m grateful.”

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You’ll end up looking at the sky

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Never love a wild thing, Mr. Bell,’ Holly advised him. ‘That was Doc’s mistake. He was always lugging home wild things. A hawk with a hurt wing. One time it was a full-grown bobcat with a broken leg. But you can’t give your heart to a wild thing: the more you do, the stronger they get. Until they’re strong enough to run into the woods. Or fly into a tree. Then a taller tree. Then the sky. That’s how you’ll end up, Mr. Bell. If you let yourself love a wild thing. You’ll end up looking at the sky.”
“She’s drunk,” Joe Bell informed me.
“Moderately,” Holly confessed….Holly lifted her martini. “Let’s wish the Doc luck, too,” she said, touching her glass against mine. “Good luck: and believe me, dearest Doc — it’s better to look at the sky than live there. Such an empty place; so vague. Just a country where the thunder goes and things disappear.”

(Truman Capote – Breakfast at Tiffany’s)

If you’re happy in a dream, does that count?

“And the air was full of Thoughts and Things to Say.
But at times like these only the Small Things are ever said.
The Big Things lurk unsaid inside.”

The God of Small Things – Arundhati Roy

“It is true that words drop away and that the important things are often left unsaid.  The important things are learned in faces, in gestures, not in our locked tongues. The true things are too big or too small, or in any case always the wrong size  to fit the template called language”

Lighthousekeeping – Jeanette Winterson

I’m an ocean.

“Tell me a story, Pew. 
What kind of story, child? 
A story with a happy ending. 
There’s no such thing in all the world. 
As a happy ending? 
As an ending.”

Lighthousekeeping – Jeanette Winterson 

“Cuéntame un cuento Pew,
¿Qué clase de cuento, pequeña?
Uno con final feliz.
En el mundo eso no existe.
¿Un final feliz?
No, un final.”

La niña del faro

 

And in that moment, I swear we were infinite.

“It’s strange because sometimes, I read a book,
and I think I am the people in the book.”

The perks of being a wallflower – Stephen Chbosky

Taraxum

“So, I guess we are who we are for a lot of reasons.
And maybe we’ll never know most of them.
But even if we don’t have the power to choose where we come from,
we can still choose where we go from there. We can still do things.
And we can try to feel okay about them.”

The perks of being a wallflower – Stephen Chbosky