Rachel Bok

“What is an "instant" death anyway? How long is an instant? Is it one second? Ten? The pain of those seconds must have been awful as her heart burst and her lungs collapsed and there was no air and no blood to her brain and only raw panic. What the hell is instant? Nothing is instant. Instant rice takes five minutes, instant pudding an hour. I doubt that an instant of blinding pain feels particularly instantaneous.”
― John Green, Looking for Alaska

“Did you ever notice that the first piece of luggage on the carousel never belongs to anyone?”
― Erma Bombeck

“Everything that comes together falls apart. When you stopped wishing things wouldn't fall apart, you stopped suffering when they did.”
― John Green

“Maybe everyone is just waiting for someone else to save them.”
― Margaret Peterson Haddix, Among the Brave