“That's why I'm going. So I don't have to wait to die to start seeking a Great Perhaps.” — John Green Copy Share Image
“If you don’t live a life in service of a greater good, you’ve gotta at least die a death in service of… — John Green Copy Share Image
“If you don’t live a life in service of a greater good, you’ve gotta at least die a death in service of… — John Green Copy Share Image
Because there is no glory in illness. There is no meaning to it. There is no honor in dying of. — John Green Copy Share Image
“When she fucked up all those years ago, just a little girl terrified into paralysis, she fell onto the enigma of herself.” — John Green Copy Share Image
The Side Effects of Dying in Your Pants isn't really funny… Alright, it's a little funny. — John Green Copy Share Image
“I will not tell you our love story, because—like all real love stories—it will die with us, as it should.” — John Green Copy Share Image
“Oh God, Alaska, I love you. I love you," and the Colonel whispered, "I'm so sorry, Pudge. I know you did," and… — John Green Copy Share Image
“I cannot stop thinking that she is dead, and I cannot stop thinking that she cannot possibly be dead. People do not… — John Green Copy Share Image
“We are like a bunch of dogs squirting on fire hydrants. We poison the groundwater with our toxic piss, marking everything MINE… — John Green Copy Share Image
“I kept taking glances at her through the crowd, quick snapshots: a photographic series entitled Perfection Stands Still While Mortals Walk Past” — John Green Copy Share Image
“We are like a bunch of dogs squirting on fire hydrants. We poison the groundwater with our toxic piss, marking everything MINE… — John Green Copy Share Image
“All I know of heaven and all I know of death is in this park: an elegant universe in ceaseless motion, teeming… — John Green Copy Share Image
It's not life or death, the labyrinth. Suffering. Doing wrong and having wrong things happen to you. That's the problem. Bolivar was… — John Green Copy Share Image
“People wanted security. They couldn't bear the idea of death being a black nothing, couldn't bear the thought of their loved ones… — John Green Copy Share Image
“Who am I to say that these things might not be forever? Who is Peter Van Houten to assert as fact the… — John Green Copy Share Image
I found myself thinking about President William McKinley, the third American president to be assassinated. He lived for several days after he… — John Green Copy Share Image
What I love about the sculpture is that it makes the bones that we are always walking and playing on manifest, like… — John Green Copy Share Image
“The oblivion fear is something else, fear that I won't be able to give anything in exchange for my life. If you… — John Green Copy Share Image
“You are not a grenade, not to us. Thinking about you dying makes us sad, Hazel, but you are not a grenade.… — John Green Copy Share Image
“The walk felt long, but I kept telling my lungs to shut up, that they were strong, that they could do this.… — John Green Copy Share Image
Late in the winter of my seventeenth year, my mother decided I was depressed, presumably because I rarely left the house, spent… — John Green Copy Share Image
“I don't really understand the point of crying. Also, I feel that crying is almost- like, aside from deaths of relatives or… — John Green Copy Share Image
“If you go to the Rijksmuseum, which I really wanted to do- but who are we kidding, neither of us can walk… — John Green Copy Share Image
“I have never killed anyone, fictional or otherwise. I have no idea what it’s like to kill someone, but it seems like… — John Green Copy Share Image
“Depression is a side effect of dying. (Cancer is also a side effect of dying. Almost everything is, really.)” — John Green Copy Share Image
You do not immortalize the lost by writing about them. Language buries, but does not resurrect. — John Green Copy Share Image
I felt the unfairness of it, the inarguable injustice of loving someone who might have loved you back but can't due to… — John Green Copy Share Image
“Like they just wanted to enjoy The Gus Waters Show while it was still in town.” — John Green Copy Share Image
“For the record, he who does fear death also dies only once, but whatever.” — John Green Copy Share Image
“Is the labyrinth living or dying? Which is he trying to escape—the world or the end of it?” — John Green Copy Share Image
“I didn't tell him that the diagnosis came three months after I got my first period. Like: Congratulations! You're a woman. Now… — John Green Copy Share Image
Peter Van Houten was the only person I’d ever come across who seemed to (a) understand what it’s like to be dying,… — 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
