John Green Quotes

After all this time, it seems to me like straight and fast is the only way out- but I choose the labyrinth. The labyrinth blows, but I choose it.

Also, I feel that crying is almost--like, aside from deaths of relatives or whatever-- totally avoidable if you follow two very simple rules: 1.Don't care too much. 2. Shut up. Everything unfortunate...

And I vaguely remember her smiling at me from the door way the glittering ambiguity of a girls smile, which seems to promise an answer to the question, but never gives it. The question, the one we’ve...

And I wanted to tell him that even though I'd never been in love, I knew what it was like to be a feeling, to be not just surrounded by it but also permeated by it, the way my grandmother talked abou...

And all at once I knew how Margo Roth Spiegelman felt when she wasn't being Margo Roth Spiegelman: she felt empty. She felt the unscaleable wall surrounding her. I thought of her asleep on the carpet...

And what is an instant death anyway? How long is an instant? Is itone second? Ten? The pain of those seconds must have been awful as her heart burst adn her lungs collapsed adn there was no air and no...

Anything that happens all at once is just as likely to unhappen all at once, you know?

Are you currently at your house? he asked.Um, no, I said.That was a trick question. I knew the answer, because I am currently at your house.

As much as life can suck, it always beats the alternative.

Augustus Waters died eight days after his prefuneral, at Memorial, in the ICU, when the cancer, which was made of him, finally stopped his heart, which was also made of him.

Augustus Waters was the great star-crossed love of my life. Ours was an epic love story, and I won’t be able to get more than a sentence into it without disappearing into a puddle of tears. Gus knew....

Augustus asked if I wanted to go with him to Support Group, but I was really tired from my busy day of Having Cancer, so I passed

Author's NoteThis is not so much an author's note as an author's reminder of what was printed in small type a few pages ago: This book is a work of fiction. I made it up.Neither novels or their reader...

Babies are made through an act that you will eventually find intriguing but for right now will just sort of horrify you, and also sometimes people do stuff that involves baby-making parts that does no...

Because memories fall apart, too. And you're left with nothing.

Because no one thought she was a person, she had no one to really talk to.

Because you're only thinking they-might-not-like-me-they-might-not-like-me, and guess what? When you act like that, no one likes you.

Being a person, I had come torealize, is a communal activity. Dogs know how to be dogs. But peopledo not know how to be people unless and until they learn from otherpeople.

Being in a relationship, that's something you choose. Being friends, that's just something you are. [But] I pick you. We've been friends too long to pick, but if we could pick, I'd pick you.

Ben's tongue is like sunscreen...It's good for your health and should be applied liberally.