He let his mind wander. It went to a predictable place, and he missed her — John Green Copy Share Image
“He was nearsighted. The future lay before him, inevitable but invisible.” — John Green Copy Share Image
“He could just never see anything coming. He was nearsighted. The future lay before him inevitable yet invisible” — John Green Copy Share Image
Oh, I wouldn't mind, Hazel Grace. It would be a privilege to have my heart broken by you. — John Green Copy Share Image
“each time he opened his eyes, beams of feverish, demonic pain shot through his brain.” — John Green Copy Share Image
You know how we make a Scotch and water in this home?" "No, sir," Gus said. "We pour Scotch into a glass… — John Green Copy Share Image
I love being in cities with lots of other people, because I'm reminded that there are billions of people like me, and… — John Green Copy Share Image
“He kept thinking about one word—forever—and felt the burning ache just beneath his rib cage. It hurt like the worst ass-kicking he’d… — John Green Copy Share Image
“As the staggered lines rushed past him, the space between what we predict and what will happen. And in that space, Colin… — John Green Copy Share Image
Colin Singleton’s distance from his glasses made him realize the problem: myopia. He was nearsighted. The future lay before him, inevitable but… — 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
Adult librarians are like lazy bakers: their patrons want a jelly doughnut, so they give them a jelly doughnut. Children’s librarians are… — John Green Copy Share Image
“And in that space, Colin thought, there was room enough to reinvent himself--room enough to make himself into something other than a… — John Green Copy Share Image
Thank you," I say, pounding his back probably too hard. "That was the best damned passenger-seat driving I've ever seen in my… — John Green Copy Share Image
So she became impulsive, scared by her inaction into perpetual action. When the Eagle confronted her with the expulsion, maybe she blurted… — John Green Copy Share Image
still, what could i say? that i didn't just feel depressed - instead, it was like the depression was the core of… — John Green Copy Share Image
I nodded. I liked Augustus Waters. I really, really, really liked him. I liked the way his story ended with someone else.… — John Green Copy Share Image
“As the staggered lines rushed past him, he thought about the space between what we remember and what happened, the space between… — 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
