I realized it in waves and we held on to each other crying and I thought, God we must look so lame,… — John Green Copy Share Image
That's what I realized: if I did get her back somehow, she wouldn't fill the hole that losing her created. — 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
I realized during my time as a chaplain that I didn't want to be a minister. — John Green Copy Share Image
I realized that all my life, my values were based upon typical middle-class American values: hard work, doing good, living well, owning… — John Green Copy Share Image
It always shocked me when I realized that I wasn’t the only person in the world who thought and felt such strange… — John Green Copy Share Image
At some point, I realized I was Kaitlyning the encounter, so I decided to text Kaitlyn and ask for some advice. — 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
