"Nerds like us are allowed to be unironically enthusiastic about stuff. We don’t have to be like ‘oh yeah, that purse is okay’ or like ‘yeah, I like that band’s early stuff’. Nerds are allowed to love stuff, like jump-up-and-down-in-the-chair, can’t-control-yourself LOVE it. Hank, when people call people nerds, mostly what they’re saying is ‘you like stuff’. Which is just not a good insult at all, like ‘you are too enthusiastic about the miracle of human consciousness’."
"Just like that. From a hundred miles an hour to asleep in a nanosecond. I wanted so badly to lie down next to her on the couch, to wrap my arms around her and sleep. Not fuck, like in those movies. Not even have sex. Just sleep together, in the most innocent sense of the phrase. But I lacked the courage and she had a boyfriend and I was gawky and she was gorgeous and I was hopelessly boring and she was endlessly fascinating. So I walked back to my room and collapsed on the bottom bunk, thinking that if people were rain, I was drizzle and she was a hurricane."
John Green, Looking for Alaska