In the ensuing silence, I have time to contemplate the word cute— how dismissive it is, how it’s the equivalent of calling… — John Green Copy Share Image
One of those moments he knew he'd remember and look back on, one of those moments that he'd try to capture in… — John Green Copy Share Image
“As the staggered lines rushed past him, he thought about the space between what we remember and what happened, the space between… — John Green Copy Share Image
“Once the vessel cracks open, the end becomes inevitable. But there is all this time inbetween when the vessel cracks open and… — John Green Copy Share Image
“I lean in this time, and she doesn't turn away. It's cold, and our lips are dry, noses a little wet, foreheads… — 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
