Not that smart. Not that hot. Not that nice. Not that funny. That's me: I'm not that. — John Green Copy Share Image
It was nice - in the dark and the quiet... and her eyes looking back, like there was something in me worth… — John Green Copy Share Image
I mean, it’s stupid to miss someone you didn’t even get along with. But I don’t know, it was nice, you know,… — John Green Copy Share Image
I like to know the places I write about. I feel like it helps me ground the novel. My novels are 'realistic… — John Green Copy Share Image
To be fair to Monica," I said, "what you did to her wasn't very nice either." "What'd I do to her?" he… — John Green Copy Share Image
And now life has become the future. Every moment of your life is lived for the future—you go to high school so… — John Green Copy Share Image
I tore open the closet door and began feverishly sorting through the shirts piled on the floor in the vain hope that… — 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
