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“Okay,” he said. “I gotta go to sleep. It’s almost one.” 
“Okay,” I said.
 “Okay,” he said. 
I giggled and said, “Okay.” And then the line was quiet but not dead. I almost felt like he was there in my room with me, but in a way it was better, like I was not in my room and he was not in his, but instead we were together in some invisible and tenuous third space that could only be visited on the phone. “Okay,” he said after forever. “Maybe okay will be our always.”
 “Okay,” I said.
 It was Augustus who finally hung up.”
― John Green, The Fault in Our Stars

“Again it might have been the American tendency in travel. One goes, not so much to see but to tell afterward.”
― John Steinbeck, Travels with Charley: In Search of America

“No one but myself knows the anxiety I go through and the trouble I give myself…”
― Claude Monet

“I perhaps owe having become a painter to flowers.”
― Claude Monet