“He wanted her to call; he wanted her to miss him; but as it turned out, he was okay” — John Green Copy Share Image
He responded a few minutes later. Okay. I wrote back. Okay. He responded: Oh, my God, stop flirting with me! — John Green Copy Share Image
I'm a grenade and at some point I'm going to blow up and I would like to minimize the casualties, okay? — John Green Copy Share Image
I'll fight it. I'll fight it for you. Don't you worry about me, Hazel Grace. I'm okay. I'll find a way to… — John Green Copy Share Image
Okay, maybe I'm not such a shitty writer. But I can't pull my ideas together, Van Houten. My thoughts are stars I… — John Green Copy Share Image
And okay, fair enough, but there is this unwritten contract between author and reader and I think not ending your book kind… — John Green Copy Share Image
I wanted to know that he would be okay if I died. I wanted to not be a grenade, to not be… — John Green Copy Share Image
The beautiful thing about driving was that it stole just enough of his attention - car parked on the side, maybe a… — John Green Copy Share Image
So how’s it going?” “Okay. Glad to be home, I guess. Gus told me you were in the ICU?” “Yeah,” I said.… — John Green Copy Share Image
I love you present tense,” I whispered, and then put my hand on the middle of his chest and said, “It’s okay,… — John Green Copy Share Image
I am a grenade," I said again. "I just want to stay away from people and read books and think and be… — John Green Copy Share Image
“So dawn goes dawn goes down to day, nothing gold can stay." "without pain how could we know joy?" "Come quickly I… — John Green Copy Share Image
Augustus: “You probably need some rest.” Me: “I’m okay.” Augustus: “Okay.” (Pause.) “What are you thinking about?” Me: “You.” Augustus: “What about… — 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
“Okay,” he said. “I gotta go to sleep. It’s almost one.” “Okay,” I said. “Okay,” he said. I giggled and said, “Okay.”… — John Green Copy Share Image
Nothing (at least that can be done by humans) immortalizes anyone. The Fault in Our Stars will hopefully have a long and… — 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
