“I called Isaac, who cursed life and the universe and God Himself and who said where are the goddamned trophies to break… — John Green Copy Share Image
“We don't get to choose if we get hurt in this world, old man, but we do have a say in who… — John Green Copy Share Image
“Do you ever wonder whether people would like you more or less if they could see inside you? I mean, I've always… — John Green Copy Share Image
We all want to do something to mitigate the pain of loss or to turn grief into something positive, to find a… — John Green Copy Share Image
“Where is my chance to be somebody's Peter Van Houten?' He hit the steering wheel weakly, the car honking as he cried.… — John Green Copy Share Image
“And then I crawled into his unmade bed, wrapping myself in his comforter like a cocoon, surrounding myself with his smell. I… — 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
