Anyway, that was the last good day I had with Gus until the Last Good Day. — John Green Copy Share Image
“Ma'am,' Augustus said, nodding toward her, 'your daughter's car has just been deservedly egged by a blind man. Please close the door… — John Green Copy Share Image
So how’s it going?” “Okay. Glad to be home, I guess. Gus told me you were in the ICU?” “Yeah,” I said.… — John Green Copy Share Image
Dad had a sign of his own. MY BEAUTIFUL FAMILY, it read, and then underneath that (AND GUS). — John Green Copy Share Image
When surprised and excited and innocent Gus emerged from Grand Gesture Metaphorically Inclined Augustus, I literally could not resist. — 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
“Augustus Waters was sitting on the front step as we pulled into the driveway. He was holding a bouquet of bright orange… — John Green Copy Share Image
“People always get used to beauty, though.” “I haven’t gotten used to you just yet,” — John Green Copy Share Image
“So afterward, while I was getting eviscerated by chemo, for some reason I decided to feel really hopeful. Not about survival but… — John Green Copy Share Image
He took a bite, swallowed. "God. If asparagus tasted like that all the time, I'd be vegetarian, too." Some people in a… — John Green Copy Share Image
You’re joining us for dinner, I hope?” asked his mom. She was small and brunette and vaguely mousy. “I guess?” I said.… — John Green Copy Share Image
You know how we make a Scotch and water in this home?" "No, sir," Gus said. "We pour Scotch into a glass… — John Green Copy Share Image
I pointed at the little kids goading each other to jump from rib cage to shoulder and Gus answered just loud enough… — John Green Copy Share Image
Above us, the wind blew and the branching shadows rearranged themselves on our skin. Gus squeezed my hand. "It is a good… — John Green Copy Share Image
Augustus Waters was the great star-crossed love of my life. Ours was an epic love story, and I won’t be able to… — John Green Copy Share Image
Gus: "It tastes like..." Me: "Food." Gus: "Yes, precisely. It tastes like food, excellently prepared. But it does not taste, how do… — John Green Copy Share Image
I nodded. I liked Augustus Waters. I really, really, really liked him. I liked the way his story ended with someone else.… — John Green Copy Share Image
How are the eyes?' 'Oh, excellent,' he said. 'I mean, they're not in my head is the only problem.' 'Awesome, yeah,' Gus… — John Green Copy Share Image
Gus knew. Gus knows. I will not tell you our love story, because—like all real love stories—it will die with us, as… — John Green Copy Share Image
I was blind and heart broken and didn't want to do anything and Gus burst into my room and shouted, "I have… — 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 love you present tense,” I whispered, and then put my hand on the middle of his chest and said, “It’s okay,… — John Green Copy Share Image
I was surprised. I'd always associated belief in heaven with, frankly, a kind of intellectual disengagement. But Gus wasn't dumb. — 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
