“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
“The thing about dead people... The thing is you sound like a bastard if you don't romanticize them, but the truth is...… — John Green Copy Share Image
“As we walked, I kept taking glances at her through the crowd, quick snapshots: a photographic series entitled Perfection Stands Still While… — John Green Copy Share Image
If I could do it all over again," he said, his speech slow and vaguely mangled by his massive lower lip, "I'd… — John Green Copy Share Image
“or because he got eighteen years when he should have gotten more.' 'Seventeen,' Gus corrected. 'I'm assuming you've got some time, you… — 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
It's not life or death, the labyrinth. Suffering. Doing wrong and having wrong things happen to you. That's the problem. Bolivar was… — John Green Copy Share Image
“All I know of heaven and all I know of death is in this park: an elegant universe in ceaseless motion, teeming… — John Green Copy Share Image
“And now it seems to me the beautiful uncut hair of graves." "So grass is death too-it grows out of our buried… — 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
“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
Also, I feel that crying is almost--like, aside from deaths of relatives or whatever-- totally avoidable if you follow two very simple… — 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
“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
“And now she was colder by the hour, more dead with every breath I took. I thought: That is the fear: I… — John Green Copy Share Image
“Hazel Grace, like so many children before you—and I say this with great affection—you spent your Wish hastily, with little care for… — John Green Copy Share Image
“I didn't tell him that the diagnosis came three months after I got my first period. Like: Congratulations! You're a woman. Now… — John Green Copy Share Image
“People wanted security. They couldn't bear the idea of death being a black nothing, couldn't bear the thought of their loved ones… — 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
That’s part of what I like about the book in some ways. It portrays death truthfully. You die in the middle of… — John Green Copy Share Image
Peter Van Houten was the only person I’d ever come across who seemed to (a) understand what it’s like to be dying,… — John Green Copy Share Image
I wondered if there would ever be a day when I didn't think about Alaska, wondered whether I should hope for a… — John Green Copy Share Image
“When I've thought about him dying - which admittedly isn't that much - I always thought of it like you said, that… — John Green Copy Share Image
“I don't really understand the point of crying. Also, I feel that crying is almost- like, aside from deaths of relatives or… — John Green Copy Share Image
Late in the winter of my seventeenth year, my mother decided I was depressed, presumably because I rarely left the house, spent… — John Green Copy Share Image
“And what is an "instant" death anyway? How long is an instant? Is itone second? Ten? The pain of those seconds must… — John Green Copy Share Image
“I knew we were all thinking of her, dead and laughless, cold, no longer Alaska. The idea that Alaska didn’t exist still… — John Green Copy Share Image
In these pages, and in my memories, she reminds me that a short life can also be a good and rich life,… — John Green Copy Share Image
“but I believe humans have souls, and I believe in the conservation of souls. The oblivion fear is something else, fear that… — John Green Copy Share Image
“People, I thought, wanted security. They couldn’t bare the idea of death being a big black nothing, couldn’t bear the thought of… — 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
