"A man stands, his shoulders slightly slumped, staring ahead. A cigarette dangles out of his mouth. A guitar is slung over his shoulder, and the guitar is painted with the words this machine kills fascists.”

"The way he’s staring at us - it’s like, ‘pay attention to me’. And his head like that, you know? it’s not like her standing on a stage; it’s like he’s standing in a doorway or something." (Ben)

"I think he wants us to come inside" (Q)

Paper Towns - John Green