And then we were kissing. My hand let go of the oxygen cart and I reached up for his neck, and he… — John Green Copy Share Image
“there are books which you can't tell people about, books so special and rare and yours that advertising your affection feels like… — John Green Copy Share Image
Books so special and rare and yours that advertising your affection feels like a betrayal. — John Green Copy Share Image
“And then there are books, which you can't tell people about, books so special and rare and yours that advertising your affection… — John Green Copy Share Image
“Things so special and rare and yours that advertising your affection feels like betrayal.” — 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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
“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 Image
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 Image
“said to him quietly, as if I couldn’t hear or something. Dad was about to respond but I interrupted.” — John Green Copy Share Image
I believe humans have souls, and I believe in the conservation of souls. — John Green Copy Share Image
“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 Image
I think if you keep the box closed long enough you do kill the cat, actually. — John Green Copy Share Image
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 Image
