“Then I am a cancer-fighting machine,” I told him. “That you are, Hazel.” — John Green Copy Share Image
What's your name ? Hazel . No , your full name . Um , Hazel Grace Lancaster . — John Green Copy Share Image
“People always get used to beauty, though" - Hazel "I haven't gotten used to you just yet." - Augustus” — John Green Copy Share Image
“there are books which you can't tell people about, books so special and rare and yours that advertising your affection feels like… — John Green Copy Share Image
“Oh, no me importaría, Grace Hazel. Sería un privilegio para mí tener el corazón roto por ti.” — John Green Copy Share Image
“I enjoy looking at beautiful people, and I decided a while ago not to deny myself the simpler pleasures of existence.” — John Green Copy Share Image
“No quiero hacerte algo así nunca le dije. Bueno, no me importaría, Hazel Grace. Sería un privilegio que me rompieras el corazón.” — John Green Copy Share Image
“Listen douche pants. You're not going to tell me anything about disease I don't already know.” — John Green Copy Share Image
Oh, I wouldn't mind, Hazel Grace. It would be a privilege to have my heart broken by you. — John Green Copy Share Image
“Oh I would'nt mind Hazel Grace.It would be a privilege to have my heart broken by you” — John Green Copy Share Image
“What?" I asked. "Nothing," he said. "Why are you looking at me like that?" Augustus half smiled. "Because you're beautiful. I enjoy… — John Green Copy Share Image
“Sure, anyone can name fourteen dead people. But we're disorganized mourners, so a lot of people end up remembering Shakespeare, and no… — John Green Copy Share Image
“Hazel is different. She walks lightly, old man. She walks lightly upon the earth. Hazel knows the truth: we're as likely to… — John Green Copy Share Image
“It’s total bullshit,” he said. “The whole thing. Eighty percent survival rate and he’s in the twenty percent? Bullshit. He was such… — john green Copy Share Image
“Hey,' he said, touching my waist. 'Hey. It's okay.' I nodded and wiped my face with the back of my hand. 'He… — John Green Copy Share Image
“We are like a bunch of dogs squirting on fire hydrants. We poison the groundwater with our toxic piss, marking everything MINE… — John Green Copy Share Image
“I digress, but here's the rub: The dead are visible only in the terrible lidless eye of memory. The living, thank heaven,… — John Green Copy Share Image
“I missed the future. Obviously I knew even before his recurrence that I'd never grow old with Augustus Waters. But thinking about… — John Green Copy Share Image
“I lit up like a Christmas tree, Hazel Grace. The lining of my chest, my left hip, my liver, everywhere.” — John Green Copy Share Image
“I was insufferable long before we lost her. Grief does not change you, Hazel. It reveals you.” — 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
