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
“Oh God, Alaska, I love you. I love you," and the Colonel whispered, "I'm so sorry, Pudge. I know you did," and… — John Green Copy Share Image
Hazel GRACE!” he shouted. “You did not use your one dying Wish to go to Disney World with your parents.” “Also Epcot… — John Green Copy Share Image
I needed, I decided, to really know her, because I needed more to remember. Before I could begin the shameful process of… — John Green Copy Share Image
“Here's the thing about Hazel: Almost everyone is obsessed with leaving a mark upon the world. Bequeathing a legacy. Outlasting death. We… — John Green Copy Share Image
I don't think you're dying," I said. "I think you've just got a touch of cancer. He smiled. Gallows humor. — John Green Copy Share Image
The Side Effects of Dying in Your Pants isn't really funny… Alright, it's a little funny. — John Green Copy Share Image
“How fun it would be to bounce on the back of Lidewij Vliegenthart’s bike down the brick streets, her curly red hair… — John Green Copy Share Image
depression is not a side effect of cancer. Depression is a side effect of dying. — John Green Copy Share Image
“I would not be dying if it were not for her. I would have stayed home, as I have always stayed home,… — John Green Copy Share Image
Someday no one will remember that she ever existed, I wrote in my notebook, and then, or that I did. Because memories… — 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
And yet still I worried. I like being a person. I wanted to keep at it. Worry is yet another side effect… — 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
“With a sigh, he grabbed hold of his chair and lifted himself out of it, then wrote on the blackboard: How will… — 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
That's the mystery, isn't it? Is the labyrinth living or dying? Which is he trying to escape---the world or the end of… — 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
Do you have a Wish?' he asked, referring to this organization, The Genie Foundation, which is in the business of granting sick… — John Green Copy Share Image
I tried to tell myself that it could be worse, that the world was not a wish-granting factory, that I was living… — 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
