It is not my fault that my parents own the world's largest collection of black Santas. — John Green Copy Share Image
But it is the nature of stars to cross, and never was Shakespeare more wrong than when he has Cassius note, ‘The… — John Green Copy Share Image
Margo says, "I know what she's talking about. The something deeper and more secret. It's like cracks inside of you. Like there… — John Green Copy Share Image
The five of us walking confidently in a row, I'd never felt cooler. The Great Perhaps was upon us, and we were… — John Green Copy Share Image
Sorry," I said to the Duke. "Eh, it's not your fault. It's Carla's fault. You were turning the wheel. Carla just wasn't… — John Green Copy Share Image
To be fair to Monica," I said, "what you did to her wasn't very nice either." "What'd I do to her?" he… — John Green Copy Share Image
I want more numbers than I’m likely to get, and God, I want more numbers for Augustus Waters than he got. But,… — John Green Copy Share Image
Radar threw his books into his locker and shut it. Then the din of conversation around us quieted just a bit as… — John Green Copy Share Image
But when it came right down to it, the skin of my wrist looked so white and defensless that I couldn't do… — John Green Copy Share Image
I think one of the most important differences between us is that you are excellent at living in a way that is… — John Green Copy Share Image
Nothing (at least that can be done by humans) immortalizes anyone. The Fault in Our Stars will hopefully have a long and… — John Green Copy Share Image
I'm sorry," she says. I wheel around. "You know, you're a total know-it-all. And it's incredibly rude sometimes; I mean, you're not… — 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
