dating you would be like a series of unnecessary root canals interspersed with occasional makeout sessions. — John Green Copy Share Image
I can almost imagine a happiness without her, the ability to let her go, to feel our roots are connected even if… — John Green Copy Share Image
“to feel our roots are connected, even if I never see that leaf of grass again.” — John Green Copy Share Image
I have never really thought of him as a person, either… A guy whose strings were broken, who didn’t feel the root… — John Green Copy Share Image
But there are a thousand ways to look at it: maybe the strings break, or maybe our ship s sink, or maybe… — John Green Copy Share Image
We can hear others, and we can travel with them without moving, and we can imagine them, and we are all connected… — John Green Copy Share Image
Leaving feels good and pure only when you leave something important, something that mattered to you. Pulling life out by the roots.… — John Green Copy Share Image
Maybe we're grass—our roots so interdependent that no one is dead as long as someone is still alive. — 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
