“People, I thought, wanted security. They couldn't bear the though of their loved ones not existing, and couldn't even imagine themselves not… — John Green Copy Share Image
People, I thought, wanted security. They couldnt bear the idea of death being a big black nothing, couldnt bear the thought of… — John Green Copy Share Image
“I have never killed anyone, fictional or otherwise. I have no idea what it’s like to kill someone, but it seems like… — John Green Copy Share Image
“and then I realized there was no one else to call, which was the saddest thing. The only person I really wanted… — 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
“If you don’t live a life in service of a greater good, you’ve gotta at least die a death in service of… — John Green Copy Share Image
Almost everyone is obsessed with leaving a mark upon the world. Bequeathing a legacy. Outlasting death. We all want to be remembered.… — John Green Copy Share Image
Reading it the night before, I'd wondered if it would be like that for me-if in one moment, I would finally understand… — John Green Copy Share Image
It's not life or death, the labyrinth. Suffering. Doing wrong and having wrong things happen to you. — John Green Copy Share Image
“she said, "It's not life or death, the labyrinth." "Um, Okay. So what is it?" "Suffering" She said. "Doing wrong and having… — John Green Copy Share Image
“When she fucked up all those years ago, just a little girl terrified into paralysis, she fell onto the enigma of herself.” — John Green Copy Share Image
Because there is no glory in illness. There is no meaning to it. There is no honor in dying of. — John Green Copy Share Image
There will come a time, when all of us are dead. All of us. There will come a time when there are… — John Green Copy Share Image
“We are like a bunch of dogs squirting on fire hydrants. We poison the groundwater with our toxic piss, marking everything MINE… — John Green Copy Share Image
So it’s your death suit.” “Correct. Don’t you have a death outfit?” “Yeah,” I said. “It’s a dress I bought for my… — John Green Copy Share Image
You do not immortalize the lost by writing about them. Language buries, but does not resurrect. — John Green Copy Share Image
“You are not a grenade, not to us. Thinking about you dying makes us sad, Hazel, but you are not a grenade.… — John Green Copy Share Image
She said, "It's not life or death, the labyrinth." "Um, okay. So what is it?" "Suffering," she said. "Doing wrong and having… — John Green Copy Share Image
“I don't suppose you can forget about it and treat me like I'm not dying." I don't think you're dying," I said.… — John Green Copy Share Image
“Like they just wanted to enjoy The Gus Waters Show while it was still in town.” — 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
