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
“It's not about life or death, the labyrinth." "So what is it?" "Suffering." she said. "Doing wrong and having wrong things happen… — John Green Copy Share Image
“Her hand just above my knee, the palm flat and soft against my jeans and her index finger making slow, lazy circles… — John Green Copy Share Image
“Her hand just above my knee, the palm flat and soft against my jeans and her index finger making slow, lazy circles… — John Green Copy Share Image
It's not life or death, the labyrinth. Suffering. Doing wrong and having wrong things happen to you. — John Green Copy Share Image
“she said, "It's not life or death, the labyrinth." "Um, Okay. So what is it?" "Suffering" She said. "Doing wrong and having… — John Green Copy Share Image
She said, "It's not life or death, the labyrinth." "Um, okay. So what is it?" "Suffering," she said. "Doing wrong and having… — John Green Copy Share Image
“I thought it might be a fine time to say the Three Little Words. And I steeled myself to say them as… — 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
