“Sorry, dude. Can’t talk about it. My lips are too numb from all the kissing. That girl kisses like she wants to… — John Green Copy Share Image
I could stand up and go to her and kiss her. I could. But there is still too much to be ruined. — John Green Copy Share Image
She taught me everything I knew about crawfish and kissing and pink wine and poetry. She made me different. — John Green Copy Share Image
“and (b) Kissing someone so that you can get a free trip is perilously close to full-on hooking” — John Green Copy Share Image
He wanted to draw out the moment before the moment- because as good as kissing feels, nothing feels as good as the… — John Green Copy Share Image
“Because as good as kissing feels, nothing feels as good as the anticipation of it.” — John Green Copy Share Image
Sunlight feels warm and rough against your skin like a kiss on the cheek from your dad. — John Green Copy Share Image
I leaned in toward her, suddenly overwhelmed with the feeling that we must kiss. — John Green Copy Share Image
The act of leaning in to kiss someone, or asking them, is fraught with the possibility of rejection, so the person least… — John Green Copy Share Image
What happened?" "During the kiss?" "No, with you and Caroline." "Oh," he said. And then after a second, "Caroline is no longer… — John Green Copy Share Image
The kiss lasted forever as Otto Frank kept talking from behind me. "And my conclusion is," he said, "since I had been… — John Green Copy Share Image
And then we were kissing…The space around us evaporated, and for a weird moment I rally like my body; this cancer-ruined thing… — John Green Copy Share Image
He flipped himself onto his side and kissed me. "You're so hot," I said, my hand still on his leg. "I'm starting… — John Green Copy Share Image
As far as I can tell, there are two basic (kissing) rules: 1. Don't bite anything without permission. 2. The human tongue… — John Green Copy Share Image
We kiss. Her hands are freezing on my face, and she tastes like coffee and the smell of the onion is still… — John Green Copy Share Image
“girls are very fickle about the business of kissing. Sometimes they want to make out; sometimes they don’t. They’re an impenetrable fortress… — John Green Copy Share Image
Uh-uh, dude. I tried it your way with the dating and the girls and the kissing and the drama, and man, I… — John Green Copy Share Image
Babies are made through an act that you will eventually find intriguing but for right now will just sort of horrify you,… — John Green Copy Share Image
We were kissing. I thought: This is good. I thought: I am not bad at this kissing. Not bad at all. I… — John Green Copy Share Image
We were sitting there on the couch together, and he pushed himself up to go but then fell back down onto the… — John Green Copy Share Image
And then we were kissing. My hand let go of the oxygen cart and I reached up for his neck, and he… — John Green Copy Share Image
She is close enough to me that I can see her, because even now there is the outward sign of visible light,… — John Green Copy Share Image
There is always the risk: something is good and good and good and good, and then all at once it gets awkward.… — John Green Copy Share Image
Augustus Waters," I said, looking up at him, thinking that you cannot kiss anyone in the Anne Frank House, and then thinking… — John Green Copy Share Image
“I lean in this time, and she doesn't turn away. It's cold, and our lips are dry, noses a little wet, foreheads… — 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
