And so much depends, I told Augustus, upon a blue sky cut open by the branches of the trees above. So much… — John Green Copy Share Image
She had this dark cancer water dripping out of her chest. Eyes closed. Intubated. But her hand was still her hand, still… — John Green Copy Share Image
Finally, I decided that the proper strategy was to stare back. Boys do not have a monopoly on the Staring Business, after… — John Green Copy Share Image
3 whole Catfish, Wrapped separately Veet (It’s for Shaving your legs Only you don’t Need A razor. It’s with all the Girly… — John Green Copy Share Image
Collin Singleton could no more stay cool than a blue whale could stay skinny or Bangladesh could stay rich — John Green Copy Share Image
But when it came right down to it, the skin of my wrist looked so white and defensless that I couldn't do… — John Green Copy Share Image
still, what could i say? that i didn't just feel depressed - instead, it was like the depression was the core of… — John Green Copy Share Image
“When observation fails to align with a truth, what do you trust--your senses or your truth? The Greeks didn't even have a… — John Green Copy Share Image
Issac:"I dislike living in a world without Augustus Waters." Computer: "I don't understand-" Issac: "Me neither. Pause — John Green Copy Share
She smiled with all the delight of a kid on Christmas morning and said, "Y'all smoke to enjoy it. I smoke to die." -… — John Green Copy Share
Neither novels or their readers benefit from any attempts to divine whether any facts hide inside a story. Such efforts attack the very idea… — John Green Copy Share
“Traffic's not too bad on Sheridan, and I'm cornering the car like it's the Indy 500, and we're listening to my favorite NMH song,… — John Green Copy Share
So I was ugly. I was never fat, really, and I never wore headgear or had zits or anything. But I was ugly. I… — John Green Copy Share
“said to him quietly, as if I couldn’t hear or something. Dad was about to respond but I interrupted.” — John Green Copy Share
“He was hot. A nonhotboy stares at you relentlessly and it is, at best, awkward and, at worst, a form of assault. But a… — John Green Copy Share
I think if you keep the box closed long enough you do kill the cat, actually. — John Green Copy Share
Imagining the future is a kind of nostalgia. (...) You spend your whole life stuck in the labyrinth, thinking about how you'll escape it… — John Green Copy Share
