“So grass is a metaphor for life, and for death, and for equality, and for connectedness, and for children, and for God,… — John Green Copy Share Image
We can hear others, and we can travel with them without moving, and we can imagine them, and we are all connected… — John Green Copy Share Image
I can almost imagine a happiness without her, the ability to let her go, to feel our roots are connected even if… — John Green Copy Share Image
I have never really thought of him as a person, either… A guy whose strings were broken, who didn’t feel the root… — John Green Copy Share Image
I didn't want to see them lower him into the ground in the spot he'd picked out with his dad, and I… — John Green Copy Share Image
I like the strings. I always have. Because that's how it feels. But the strings make pain seem more fatal than it… — 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
But there are a thousand ways to look at it: maybe the strings break, or maybe our ship s sink, or maybe… — John Green Copy Share Image
Maybe we're grass—our roots so interdependent that no one is dead as long as someone is still alive. — John Green Copy Share Image
Do not worry too much about your lawn. You will soon find if you haven't already that almost every adult American devotes… — 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
