John Green Quotes

How can you read and talk at the same time?” I asked. “Well, I usually can’t, but neither the book nor the conversation is particularly intellectually challenging.

You can't just make me different, and the leave. Because I was fine before.

She spoke quietly then, the tiniest crack in her voice, and all at once Lacey Pemerton was not Lacey Pemberton. She was just—like, a person.

And I wondered if hurdlers ever thought, you know, 'This would go faster if we just got rid of the hurdles.

You realize that trying to keep your distance from me will not lessen my affection for you. All efforts to save me from you will fail.

His every syllable flirted. Honestly, he kind of turned me on. I didn't even know that guys could turn me on-not, like, in real life

When surprised and excited and innocent Gus emerged from Grand Gesture Metaphorically Inclined Augustus, I literally could not resist.

I had a moral opposition to eating before dawn on the grounds that I was not a nineteenth-century Russian peasant fortifying myself for a day in the fields.

The risen sun too bright in her losing eyes.

So dawn goes down today... Nothing gold can stay. -- Robert Frost

While I did not fancy myself a particularly good person, I never thought my first real sexual action would be prostitutional.

The last time I was this scared, I peed myself." "The last time I was this scared," Radar says, "I actually had to face a Dark Lord in order to make the world safe for wizards.

I can almost imagine a happiness without her, the ability to let her go, to feel our roots are connected even if I never see that leaf of grass again.'

I spy with my little eye a great story.

You are a side effect," Van Houten continued, "of an evolutionary process that cares little for individual lives. You are a failed experiment in mutation.

I like this world. I like drinking champagne. I like not smoking. I like Dutch people speaking Dutch.

Anyway, that was the last good day I had with Gus until the Last Good Day.

We gotta do something about this frigging swing set,' he said. 'I'm telling you, it's ninety percent of the problem.

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.

Your driving is unpleasant, but it isn't technically unsafe.

Ma'am," Augustus said, nodding toward her, "Your daughter's car has just been deservingly egged by a blind man. Please close the door and go back inside or we'll be forced to call the police.

We just sat there quiet for a long time, which was fine, and I was thinking about way back in the very beginning in the Literal Heart of Jesus.

Like all sick children,' he answered dispassionately, 'you say you don't want pity, but your very existence depends upon it.

At the end, we brought her to New York, where I was living, for a series of experimental tortures that increased the misery of her days without increasing the number of them.

She walks lightly, old man. She walks lightly upon the earth.

And okay, fair enough, but there is this unwritten contract between author and reader and I think not ending your book kind of violates that contract.

I wanted to know that he would be okay if I died. I wanted to not be a grenade, to not be a malevolent force in the lives of people I loved.

What's that?" "The laundry basket?" "No, next to it." "I don't see anything next to it." "It's my last shred of dignity. It's very small.

I am in the midst of a soliloquy! I wrote this out and memorized it and if you interrupt me I will completely screw it up,' Augustus interrupted. 'Please to be eating your sandwich and listening.

Is it still cool to go to the mall?' she asked. 'I take quite a lot of pride in not knowing what's cool,' I answered.

I've gotten really hot since you went blind.

I hadn’t read a real series like that since I was a kid, and it was exciting to live again in an infinite fiction.

We have bottled all the stars this evening, my young friend.

I think forever is an incorrect concept.

You are going to live a good and long life filled with great and terrible moments that you cannot even imagine yet.

I inherited that penchant for intellectualism, a character flaw that these days can only be thoroughly eradicated by getting Z’ed up.

You used," he said, and then took a sharp breath, "to call me Augustus.

Long week. Long month. Long life.

there is no best and no worst, ...those judgments have no real meaning because there is only what is

that while the world wasn't built for humans, we were built for the world.

Funerals...are for the living.

He missed that, too, and it hadn't even happened.

You're not boring. You've got to stop saying that, or people will start believing you.

We're invisible. I've never been here with someone else. It's different being invisible with someone.

If I could do it all over again," he said, his speech slow and vaguely mangled by his massive lower lip, "I'd just let myself be trampled to death by the Satan Pig.

The dead are visible only in the terrible lidless eye of memory.

Caroline is no longer sufffering from personhood.

Can I ask you about Caroline Mathers?" "And you say there's no afterlife.

Collin Singleton could no more stay cool than a blue whale could stay skinny or Bangladesh could stay rich

I hated being careful, too - or wanted to, at least.