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
For a moment, she was quiet. Then she grabbed my hand, whispered, “Run run run run run,” and took off, pulling me… — John Green Copy Share Image
We just sat there quiet for a long time, which was fine, and I was thinking about way back in the very… — John Green Copy Share Image
Reading forces you to be quiet in a world that no longer makes place for that. — John Green Copy Share Image
I couldn't hear a thing in the world but you. And it was so cold then, and so silent, and I loved… — John Green Copy Share Image
I think instead writers and publishers and readers need to go to the places where people are, and make the argument that… — John Green Copy Share Image
The whole thing was the precise opposite of what I figured it would be: slow and patient and quiet and neither particularly… — John Green Copy Share Image
Could the two people who are making out please be quiet?" the Colonel asked loudly from his sleeping bag. "Those of us… — John Green Copy Share Image
When you're walking home at night, do you even get creeped out and even though it's silly and embarrassing you just want… — John Green Copy Share Image
I'm sorry," she says. I wheel around. "You know, you're a total know-it-all. And it's incredibly rude sometimes; I mean, you're not… — 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
