John Green Lab Quotations

The internet is necessarily public. It can be filtered-public or censored-public, but it necessarily has to be open and available.

After all this time, it seems to me like straight and fast is the only way out- but I choose the labyrinth. The labyrinth blows, but I choose it.

And I wrote my way out of the labyrinth.

And then I screwed up and the Colonel screwed up and Takumi screwed up and she slipped through our fingers.

How will I ever get out of this labyrinth!" to a margin note written in her loop-heavy cursive: Straight & Fast.

At some point we all look up and realize we are lost in a maze.

Let's make a deal: You figure out what the labyrinth is and how to get out of it, and i'll get you laid. -Alaska Young

I choose the labyrinth.

I came here looking for a Great Perhaps, for real friends and a more-than-minor life..

You can say a lot of bad things about Alabama, but you can't say that Alabamans as a people are duly afraid of deep fryers.

You spend your whole life stuck in the labyrinth...

The labyrinth blows, but I choose it.

Is the labyrinth living or dying?

It's not life or death, the labyrinth. Suffering. Doing wrong and having wrong things happen to you.

How will I ever get out of this labyrinth!" In reality, "How will I ever get out of this labyrinth!" were probably not Simon Bolivar's last words (although he did, historically, say them). His last words may have been "Jose! Bring the luggage. They do not want us here." The significant source for "How will I ever get out of this labyrinth!" is also Alaska's source, Gabriel Garcia Marquez's The General in his Labyrinth.

We had to forgive to survive the labyrinth

That's the mystery, isn't it? Is the labyrinth living or dying? Which is he trying to escape---the world or the end of it?

And imagining that future keeps you going, but you never do it. You just use the future to escape the present.

There's your labyrinth of suffering. We are all going. Find your way out of that maze.

I was born into Bolívar's labyrinth, and so I must believe in the hope of Rabelais' Great Perhaps.