They belong to their readers now, which is a great thing–because the books are more powerful in the hands of my readers… — John Green Copy Share Image
I don't think pandemics make us afraid of death, I think they make us afraid of oblivion. They force us to grapple… — John Green Copy Share Image
Just spend a few more months playing video games. That hand-eye coordination will come in handy when you get to third base. — John Green Copy Share Image
She had this dark cancer water dripping out of her chest. Eyes closed. Intubated. But her hand was still her hand, still… — John Green Copy Share Image
Come over here so I can examine your face with my hands and see deeper into your soul than a sighted person… — John Green Copy Share Image
And then we were kissing. My hand let go of the oxygen cart and I reached up for his neck, and he… — John Green Copy Share Image
We kiss. Her hands are freezing on my face, and she tastes like coffee and the smell of the onion is still… — John Green Copy Share Image
Cold,” he said, pressing a finger to my pale wrist. “Not cold so much as underoxygenated,” I said. “I love it when… — John Green Copy Share Image
We got off at the next exit, quietly, and, switching drivers, we walked in front of the car. We met and I… — John Green Copy Share Image
The Colonel's hand was so little, and I grabbed it tight, his cold seeping into me and my warmth into him. 'I… — John Green Copy Share Image
We were kissing. I thought: This is good. I thought: I am not bad at this kissing. Not bad at all. I… — John Green Copy Share Image
He flipped himself onto his side and kissed me. "You're so hot," I said, my hand still on his leg. "I'm starting… — John Green Copy Share Image
Thank you," I say, pounding his back probably too hard. "That was the best damned passenger-seat driving I've ever seen in my… — 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
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
Breaking down that wall is the kind of story that might have a happy middle - oh, look, we broke down this… — John Green Copy Share Image
Well," Peter Van Houten said, extending his hand to me. "It is at any rate a pleasure to meet such ontologically improbable… — John Green Copy Share Image
When you're walking home at night, do you even get creeped out and even though it's silly and embarrassing you just want… — John Green Copy Share Image
I make a gesture that is intended to convey, "Hey, no hurry, talk as long as you'd like," and probably actually conveys,… — John Green Copy Share Image
Lies are attempts to hide the truth by willfully denying facts. Fiction, on the other hand, is an attempt to reveal the… — John Green Copy Share Image
Does he have ugly hands? Sometimes beautiful people have ugly hands." "No he has kind of amazing hands. — John Green Copy Share Image
For a moment, she was quiet. Then she grabbed my hand, whispered, “Run run run run run,” and took off, pulling me… — John Green Copy Share Image
“Hands on her shoulders, I noted. Fast, but not too fast or it's going to be over, fast. Keep your grunting to… — 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
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
