“I'm a grenade. I just want to stay away from people and read books and think and be with you guys because… — John Green Copy Share Image
“After a while, having each tooth individually destroyed probably gets repetitive, even dull. But it never stops hurting.” — John Green Copy Share Image
“I think he’s hurting her boob,” I said. “Yes, it’s difficult to ascertain whether he is trying to arouse her or perform… — John Green Copy Share Image
“What else? She is so beautiful. You don't get tired of looking at her. You never worry if she is smarter than… — John Green Copy Share Image
“Imagine taking that last drive to the hospital," I said quietly. "The last time you'll ever drive a car." Without looking over… — John Green Copy Share Image
“My name is Hazel. Augustus Waters was the great star-crossed love of my life. Ours was an epic love story, and I… — John Green Copy Share Image
I hated hurting him. Most of the time, I could forget about it, but the inexorable truth is this: They might be… — John Green Copy Share Image
“I know you’re not trying to make me feel pressure, but it feels like I’m hurting you, like I’m committing assault or… — 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
