John Green may refer to:
We must strike down the insidious lie that a book is the creation of an individual soul labouring in isolation. We must strike it down because it threatens the overall quality and breadth of American literature.
I was a fairly shy person - not the hand raising type.
But before we can radically reshape the world, we need to shop.
Because everybody who has ever lost their way in life has felt the nagging insistence of that question. At some point we all look up and realize we are lost in a maze, and I dont want us to forget Alaska, and I don't want to forget that even when the material we study seems boring, we're trying to und3erstand how people answered that question and the question each of you posed in your papers--how different traditions have come to terms with what Chip, in his final, called 'people's rotten lots in life.
He missed her like crazycakes.
Seriously, don't even get me started on my hot bod. You don't want to see me naked, Dave. Seeing me naked actually took Hazel Grace's breath away,' he said, nodding toward the oxygen tank.
A taste so profound and complex that it can't even be compared to other tastes, only to emotions. Cheesy waffles, I was thinking, tastes like love without the fear of love's dissolution.
All the characters are made out of words. With reading, I understand that the people aren't real but the fact that they are made out of language and are made out of words is extremely powerful to me. It becomes transformative for me. Different people have different ways of trying to make stories using language.
To be human is to catch the falling person.
I hated being careful, too - or wanted to, at least.
For she had embodied the Great Perhaps--she had proved to me that it was worth it to leave behind my minor life for grander maybes, and now she was gone and with her my faith in perhaps.
3 whole Catfish, Wrapped separately Veet (It’s for Shaving your legs Only you don’t Need A razor. It’s with all the Girly cosmetic stuff) Vaseline six pack, Mountain Dew One dozen Tulips one Bottle Of water Tissues One Can of blue Spray paint
The rules of capitalization are so unfair to words in the middle of a sentence.
How are the eyes?' 'Oh, excellent,' he said. 'I mean, they're not in my head is the only problem. ' 'Awesome, yeah,' Gus said. 'Not to one-up you or anything, but my body is made out of cancer. ' 'So I heard,' Issac said, trying not to let it get to him. He fumbled toward Gus's hand and found only his thigh. 'I'm taken,' Gus said.
I leave, and the leaving is so exhilarating I know I can never go back. But then what? Do I just keep leaving places, and leaving them, and leaving them, tramping a perpetual journey?
I don't think your missing pieces ever fit inside you again once they go missing.
This is what happens: somebody—girl usually—got a free spirit, doesn't get on too good with her parents. These kids, they're like tied-down helium balloons. They strain against the string and strain against it, and then something happens, and that string gets cut, and they just float away. And maybe you never see the balloon again. . . Or maybe three or four years from now, or three or four days from now, the prevailing winds take the balloon back home. . . But listen, kid, that string gets cut all the time.
I have to tell you man, that my stalker meter is kind of registering in the red zone right now.
Whatever. Great day. Today. Best day of my life.
Like many people, I feel like celebrating. Remember this feeling. It is human, and can help us understand when others express bloodlust.