Last words are always harder to remember when no one knows that someone's about to die. — John Green Copy Share Image
It was an indulgence, learning last words. Other people had chocolate; I had dying declarations. — John Green Copy Share Image
“Thomas Edison's last words were "It's beautiful over there." I don't know where "there" is but I believe it's somewhere, and I… — John Green Copy Share Image
“So I know she forgives me, just as I forgive her. Thomas Edison's last words were: "It's very beautiful over there." I… — John Green Copy Share Image
You can't just make me different, and then leave. Because I was fine before, Alaska. I was just fine with me and… — John Green Copy Share Image
But a lot of times, people die how they live. And so last words tell me a lot about who people were,… — John Green Copy Share Image
Meriwether Lewis's last words were, 'I am not a coward, but I am so strong. So hard to die.' I don't doubt… — John Green Copy Share Image
“Thomas Edison’s last words were, “It’s very beautiful over there.” I don’t know where there is, but I know it’s somewhere, and… — John Green Copy Share Image
Francois Rabelais. He was a poet. And his last words were "I go to seek a Great Perhaps." That's why I'm going.… — John Green Copy Share Image
“Sinking. Sinking, but instead of feeling panic or anything else, I realized that "Please guys, don't" were terrible last words.” — John Green Copy Share Image
“Before I got here, I thought that the way out of the labyrinth was to pretend that it didn't exist, to build… — 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
How will I ever get out of this labyrinth!" In reality, "How will I ever get out of this labyrinth!" were probably… — John Green Copy Share Image
“You can't just make me different and then leave," I said out loud to her. "Because I was fine before, Alaska. I… — John Green Copy Share Image
“She taught me everything I knew about crawfish and kissing and pink wine and poetry. She made me different. I lit a… — John Green Copy Share Image
“That's pretty amazing, the countries thing," I said. "Yeah, everybody's got a talent. I can memorize things. And you can...?" "Urn, I… — John Green Copy Share Image
“Nineteenth-century preacher Henry Ward Beecher's last words were "Now comes the mystery." The poet Dylan Thomas, who liked a good drink at… — John Green Copy Share Image
“Before I got here, I thought for a long time that the way out of the labyrinth was to pretend that it… — John Green Copy Share Image
“I thought at first that she was just dead. Just darkness...I thought about the slow process of becoming bone and then fossil… — John Green Copy Share Image
“I thought at first that she was just dead. Just darkness. Just a body being eaten by bugs. I thought about her… — John Green Copy Share Image
I found his last words without too much searching. Captured by the Bolivian army, Guevara said, 'Shoot, coward. You are only going… — 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
