But the fascinating and unbelievable-but-true thing about Dr. Jefferson Jeffersonis that he was not a doctor of any kind. He was just… — John Green Copy Share Image
When you're writing a novel, you spend four years sitting in your basement and a year waiting for the book to come… — John Green Copy Share Image
It was kind of a beautiful day, finally real summer in Indianapolis, warm and humid - the kind of weather that reminds… — John Green Copy Share Image
Everybody was so kind. Strong, too. In the darkest days, the Lord puts the best people into your life.” “Quick, give me… — John Green Copy Share Image
I couldn’t help but think about school and everything else ending. I liked standing just outside the couches and watching them—it was… — John Green Copy Share Image
Where do you come up with these zingers, Clint? Do you own some kind of joke factory in Indonesia where you've got… — John Green Copy Share Image
I kind of conned you into believing you were falling in love with a healthy person. — John Green Copy Share Image
What can we do?" Mom asked again. I shrugged. But she kept asking, as if there were something she could do, until… — John Green Copy Share Image
One of the jobs of a writer is to add nuance and ambiguity to that straight line that people often draw to… — John Green Copy Share Image
“It's easy to like someone from a distance. But when she stopped being this amazing unattainable thing or whatever, and started being,… — John Green Copy Share Image
If I ever end up being the kind of person who has one kid and seven bedrooms. Do me a favor and… — John Green Copy Share Image
I always liked routine. I suppose I never found boredom very boring. I doubted I could explain it to someone like Margo… — John Green Copy Share Image
I have two kinds of Facebook friends: Those who know what 'DFTBA' means, and those who don't. — John Green Copy Share Image
I have spent my life falling. Not the kind that Tiny's talking about. He's talking about love. I'm talking about life. In… — John Green Copy Share Image
For the longest time, it felt kind of like my chest was cracking open, but not precisely in an unpleasant way. — John Green Copy Share Image
The future will erase everything--there's no level of fame or genius that allows you to transcend oblivion. The infinite future makes that… — John Green Copy Share Image
I have to tell you man, that my stalker meter is kind of registering in the red zone right now. — John Green Copy Share Image
Like the way the sun is right now, with the long shadows, and that kind of bright, soft light you get when… — John Green Copy Share Image
She’s the kind of person who either dies tragically at twenty-seven, like Jimi Hendrix and Janis Joplin, or else grows up to… — John Green Copy Share Image
I was struck by an awful thought, the kind that cannot be taken back once it escapes into the open air of… — John Green Copy Share Image
Right, except I'm not going to lie to my mom, because what kind of (man) lies to his own mother? — John Green Copy Share Image
Witness also that when we talk about literature, we do so in the present tense. When we speak of the dead, we… — John Green Copy Share Image
But I was not in the band, because I suffer from the kind of tone deafness that is generally associated with actual… — 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
