John Green
John Green
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionAuthor
Date of Birth24 August 1977
CountryUnited States of America
flirting minutes okay
He responded a few minutes later. Okay. I wrote back. Okay. He responded: Oh, my God, stop flirting with me!
flower vases rooms
If we'd put them in a vase in the living room, they would have been everyone's flowers. I wanted them to be my flowers.
ships consciousness barnacles
Barnacles on the container ship of consciousness.
myopia invisible inevitable
The future lay before him, inevitable but invisible.
dad book reading
Colin emphatically pushed the book cover shut when he finished reading. "Did you like it?" His dad asked. "Yup," Colin said. He liked all books, because he liked the mere act of reading, the magic of turning scratches on a page into words inside his head.
pain joy without-pain
Without pain, we couldn't know joy.
lying
So I wasn't lying, exactly. I was just choosing among truths.
night waiting want
Patience, grasshopper," I counseled. "You don't want to seem overeager." "Right, that's why I said tomorrow," he said. "I want to see you again tonight. But I'm willing to wait all night and much of tomorrow.
girl boys knows
I don't know why boys expect us to like boy movies. We don't expect them to like girl movies.
book interesting president
You and me will read a book and find three interesting things that we remember. But Colin finds everything intriguing. He reads a book about presidents and he remembers more of it because everything he reads clicks in his head as fugging interesting.
suffering nihilism problem
the problem is not suffering itself or oblivion itself but the depraved meaninglessness of these things, the absolutely inhuman nihilism of suffering.
needs friend-in-need
You get all these friends just when you don’t need friends anymore.
love-you winning people
When you’re as charming and physically attractive as myself, it’s easy enough to win over people you meet. But getting strangers to love you...now, that’s the trick.
abstract representation
All representations of a thing are inherently abstract.