She has enough black eyeliner on to outline a corpse, and her skin's so pale she looks like she's just broken dawn. — John Green Copy Share Image
Colin's skin was alive with the feeling of connection to everyone in that car and everyone not in it. And he was… — John Green Copy Share Image
But when it came right down to it, the skin of my wrist looked so white and defensless that I couldn't do… — John Green Copy Share Image
Above us, the wind blew and the branching shadows rearranged themselves on our skin. Gus squeezed my hand. "It is a good… — 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
I liked that he was a tenured professor in the Department of Slightly Crooked Smiles with a dual appointments in the Department… — John Green Copy Share Image
Sunlight feels warm and rough against your skin like a kiss on the cheek from your dad. — 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
