“I cut a glance to him, and his eyes were still on me. It occurred to me why they call it eye… — John Green Copy Share Image
“I would've told her that Davis and I never talked much, or even looked at each other, but it didn't matter, because… — John Green Copy Share Image
“Writing is something you do alone. Its a profession for introverts who want to tell you a story but don't want to… — John Green Copy Share Image
“I glanced again. He was still watching me. Look, let me just say it: He was hot. A nonhot boy stares at… — John Green Copy Share Image
Writing is something you do alone. It's a profession for introverts who wanna tell you a story but don't wanna make eye… — John Green Copy Share Image
“We never really talked much or even looked at each other, but it didn't matter because we were looking at the same… — 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