John Green may refer to:
I didn't even know what the feeling was, really, just that there was a lot of it.
And people are moody, dude. You gotta get used to living with people.
He responded a few minutes later. Okay. I wrote back. Okay. He responded: Oh, my God, stop flirting with me!
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.
But I will say this: When the scientists of the future show up at my house with robot eyes and they tell me to try them on, I will tell the scientists to screw off, because I do not want to see a world without him.
I kept it for myself like a keepsake, as if sharing the memory might lead to its dissipation.
I don't even know how ugly and pretty get decided.
Interesting capitalization,' I said. 'Yeah. I'm a big believer in random capitalization. The rules of capitalization are so unfair to words in the middle.
the existence of broccoli does not in any way affect the taste of chocolate
She said 'I love you' as if it were a secret, and an immense one.
Before any of it could make sense, it had to be heard.
You're amazing, and I so want to be your boyfriend, because of what you just said, and also because that shirt makes me want to take you home and do unspeakable things while we watch live-action Sailor Moon videos
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.
Oh, my god," Augustus said. "i can't believe i have a crush on a girl with such cliché wishes. " "i was thirteen," i said again, although of course i was only thinking "crush crush crush crush crush". I was flattered but changed the subject immediately.
She had this dark cancer water dripping out of her chest. Eyes closed. Intubated. But her hand was still her hand, still warm and the nails painted this almost black dark blue and I just held her hand and tried to imagine the world without us and for about one second I was a good enough person to hope she died so she would never know that I was going, too. But then I wanted more time so we could fall in love. I got my wish, I suppose. I left my scar.
In our hyper-secular world, worship is still inevitable. But it is vital to remember that our gods don't choose us, we choose them.
Whenever I'm asked what advice I have for young writers, I always say that the first thing is to read, and to read a lot. The second thing is to write. And the third thing, which I think is absolutely vital, is to tell stories and listen closely to the stories you're being told.
You used," he said, and then took a sharp breath, "to call me Augustus.
. . . I will continue to underscore that I don't think authorial intent is all that important to a reading experience, and I certainly don't think the job of reading is to divine authorial intent.
Thank you for explaining that my eye cancer isn't going to make me deaf. I feel so fortunate that an intellectual giant like yourself would deign to operate on me.