“My father died suddenly, but also across the years. He was still dying, really – which meant I guess that he was still living, too. People always talk like there’s a bright line between imagination and memory, but there isn’t, at least not for me. I remember what I’ve imagined and imagine what I remember.”

“My father died suddenly, but also across the years. He was still dying, really – which meant I guess that he was still living, too. People always talk like there’s a bright line between imagination and memory, but there isn’t, at least not for me. I remember what I’ve imagined and imagine what I remember.”

— John Green