There's your labyrinth of suffering. We are all going. Find your way out of that maze. — John Green Copy Share Image
Let's make a deal: You figure out what the labyrinth is and how to get out of it, and i'll get you… — John Green Copy Share Image
It's not life or death, the labyrinth. Suffering. Doing wrong and having wrong things happen to you. — John Green Copy Share Image
I was born into Bolívar's labyrinth, and so I must believe in the hope of Rabelais' Great Perhaps. — John Green Copy Share Image
How will I ever get out of this labyrinth!" to a margin note written in her loop-heavy cursive: Straight & Fast. — John Green Copy Share Image
“The nature of the labyrinth, I scribbled into my spiral notebook, and the way out of it. This” — John Green Copy Share Image
I still think that maybe the "afterlife" is just something we made up to ease the pain of loss, to make our… — John Green Copy Share Image
It's not life or death, the labyrinth. Suffering. Doing wrong and having wrong things happen to you. That's the problem. Bolivar was… — John Green Copy Share Image
“we had to forgive to survive in the labyrinth. There were so many of us who would have to live with things… — John Green Copy Share Image
She said, "It's not life or death, the labyrinth." "Um, okay. So what is it?" "Suffering," she said. "Doing wrong and having… — John Green Copy Share Image
The nature of the labyrinth, I scribbled into my spiral notebook, and the way out of it. This teacher rocked. I hated… — John Green Copy Share Image
How will I ever get out of this labyrinth!" In reality, "How will I ever get out of this labyrinth!" were probably… — John Green Copy Share Image
“that we had to forgive to survive in the labyrinth. There were so many of us who would have to live with… — John Green Copy Share Image
“that I forgave him, and that she forgave us, and that we have to forgive to survive in the labyrinth. There were… — John Green Copy Share Image
“With a sigh, he grabbed hold of his chair and lifted himself out of it, then wrote on the blackboard: How will… — John Green Copy Share Image
You can't just make yourself matter and then die, Alaska, because now I am irretrievably different, and I'm sorry I let you… — John Green Copy Share Image
“Is the labyrinth living or dying? Which is he trying to escape—the world or the end of it?” — John Green Copy Share Image
After all this time, it seems to me like straight and fast is the only way out- but I choose the labyrinth.… — John Green Copy Share Image
That's the mystery, isn't it? Is the labyrinth living or dying? Which is he trying to escape---the world or the end of… — John Green Copy Share Image
Before I got here, I thought for a long time that the way out of the labyrinth was to pretend that it… — John Green Copy Share Image
“He—that's Simon Bolivar—was shaken by the overwhelming revelation that the headlong race between his misfortunes and his dreams was at that moment… — John Green Copy Share Image
“Before I got here, I thought that the way out of the labyrinth was to pretend that it didn't exist, to build… — John Green Copy Share Image
“Before I got here, I thought for a long time that the way out of the labyrinth was to pretend that it… — 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
