And on the last day, the bad days become so difficult to recall, because one way or another, she had made a… — John Green Copy Share Image
“Words are not static.Language shape our memories, and it is also shaped by our memories.” — John Green Copy Share Image
I wondered if there would ever be a day when I didn't think about Alaska, wondered whether I should hope for a… — John Green Copy Share Image
“The champagne had been donated by one of Gus's doctors - Gus being the kind of person who inspires doctors to give… — John Green Copy Share Image
In these pages, and in my memories, she reminds me that a short life can also be a good and rich life,… — John Green Copy Share Image
I kept it for myself like a keepsake, as if sharing the memory might lead to its dissipation. — John Green Copy Share Image
“And the moral of the story is that you don’t remember what happened. What you remember becomes what happened.” — John Green Copy Share Image
If people could see me the way I see myself - if they could live in my memories - would anyone love… — John Green Copy Share Image
What I love about the sculpture is that it makes the bones that we are always walking and playing on manifest, like… — John Green Copy Share Image
The pleasure of remembering had been taken from me, because there was no longer anyone to remember with. It felt like losing… — John Green Copy Share Image
The marks humans leave are too often scars. You build a hideous minimall or start a coup or try to become a… — John Green Copy Share Image
Someday no one will remember that she ever existed, I wrote in my notebook, and then, or that I did. Because memories… — John Green Copy Share Image
“Sometimes I dream that I'm writing a memoir. A memoir would just be the thing to keep me in the hearts and… — John Green Copy Share Image
Nostalgia is inevitably a yearning for a past that never existed and when I'm writing, there are no bees to sting me… — John Green Copy Share Image
One swing set, well worn but structurally sound, seeks new home. Make memories with your kid or kids so that someday he… — John Green Copy Share Image
Do you ever wonder whether people would like you more or less if they could see inside you? But I always wonder… — John Green Copy Share Image
The dead are visible only in the terrible lidless eye of memory. The living, thank heaven, retain the ability to surprise and… — John Green Copy Share Image
You'll live forever in our hearts, big man. That particularly galled me, because it implied the immortality of those left behind: You… — John Green Copy Share Image
“For me, at least, fiction is the only way i can even begin to twist my lying memories into something true.” — John Green Copy Share Image
I knew that I would know more dead people. The bodies pile up. Could there be a space in my memory for… — John Green Copy Share Image
My head was level with hers as we stared at each other from opposite sides of the glass. I don't remember how… — 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
