It is not my fault that my parents own the world's largest collection of black Santas. — John Green Copy Share Image
Here's to all the places we went. And all the places we'll go. And here's to me, whispering again and again and… — John Green Copy Share Image
It is so hard to leave—until you leave. And then it is the easiest goddamned thing in the world. — John Green Copy Share Image
Every second of your definitionally temporary consciousness, you are choosing how you spend something that will not last forever. — John Green Copy Share Image
We just sat there quiet for a long time, which was fine, and I was thinking about way back in the very… — John Green Copy Share Image
I'm not saying that everything is survivable. Just that everything except the last thing is. — John Green Copy Share Image
And then something invisible snapped insider her, and that which had come together commenced to fall apart. — John Green Copy Share Image
If I ever end up being the kind of person who has one kid and seven bedrooms. Do me a favor and… — John Green Copy Share Image
I liked Augustus Waters. I really, really really liked him. I liked the way his story ended with someone else. I liked… — John Green Copy Share Image
And as we kept driving north, the whole family in the care together, it got darker, and snowier, until finally the road… — 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
