“Of course he is. You know your problem, Quentin? You keep expecting people not to be themselves. I mean, I could hate you for being massively unpunctual and for never being interested in anything other than Margo Roth Spiegelman, and for, like, never asking me about how it’s going with my girlfriend- but I don’t give a shit, man, because you’re you. My parents have a shit ton of black Santas, but that’s okay. They’re them. I’m too obsessed with a reference Web site to answer my phone when my friends call, or my girlfriend. That’s okay, too. That’s me. You like me anyway. And I like you. You’re funny, and you’re smart, and you may show up late, but you always show up eventually.”
John, March 1, 2007:Hey, Hank, something just occurred to me. Did I never get you a wedding present? If so, please put the word 'myriad' in your next video.
Hank, March 2, 2007:Liz S. says that 'myriad' is one of her favorite words. And I wanted her to know that it comes from the Greek 'myriados', meaning ten thousand, and that I didn't get you a wedding present either.
“When did who you want to screw become the whole game? Since when is the person you want to screw the only person you get to love? It’s so stupid, Tiny! I mean, Jesus, who even gives a fuck about sex?! People act like it’s the most important thing humans do, but come on. How can our sentient fucking lives revolve around something slugs can do. I mean, who you want to screw and whether you screw them? Those are important questions, I guess. But they’re not that important. You know what’s important? Who would you die for?”
— -John Green; Will Grayson, Will Grayson (via hulloimpaige)