I hate the rich snots here with a fervent passion I usually reserve only for dental work and my father. — John Green Copy Share Image
The phrase booze and mischief left me worrying I'd stumbled into what my mother referred to as "the wrong crowd," but for… — John Green Copy Share Image
There comes a time when we realize that our parents cannot save themselves or save us, that everyone who wades through time… — John Green Copy Share Image
Late in the winter of my seventeenth year, my mother decided I was depressed, presumably because I rarely left the house, spent… — John Green Copy Share Image
“You are buying into the cross-stitched sentiments of your parents’ throw pillows. You’re arguing that the fragile, rare thing is beautiful simply… — John Green Copy Share Image
I don't think ministering requires a religious context. The number one thing is that every parent is extremely worried about their kid.… — John Green Copy Share Image
“You think they liked me?' 'Sure they did. Who cares, though? They're just parents.' 'They're your parents,' he said, glancing over at… — John Green Copy Share Image
“Dr. Singh told me once that if you have a perfectly tuned guitar and a perfectly tuned violin in the same room,… — John Green Copy Share Image
My parents always liked it when I cursed in front of them. I could see the pleasure of it in their faces.… — John Green Copy Share Image
I didn't want to see them lower him into the ground in the spot he'd picked out with his dad, and I… — John Green Copy Share Image
“His enthusiasm was adorable. I couldn’t resist leaning over to kiss him on the cheek. “Just so you know, I’m right here,”… — 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
