One of the pitfalls about writing about illness is that it is very easy to imagine people with cancer as either these… — John Green Copy Share Image
Its almost as if the way you imagine my dead self says more about you than it says about either the person… — John Green Copy Share Image
"Nothing ever happens like you imagine it will," she says. The sky is like a monochromatic contemporary painting, drawing me in with… — 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
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
