John Green
John Green
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionAuthor
Date of Birth24 August 1977
CountryUnited States of America
depressing dad book
Cause I'm just - I want to go to Amsterdam, and I want him to tell me what happens after the book is over, and I just don't want my particular life, and also the sky is depressing me, and there is this old swing set out here that my dad made for me when I was a kid.' 'I must see this old swing set of tears immediately,' he said. 'I'll be over in twenty minutes.
love-you night oysters
Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets, / The muttering retreats / Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels / And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells: / Streets that follow like a tedious argument / Of insidious intent / To lead you to an overwhelming question.../ Oh, do not ask, 'What is it?' / Let us go and make our visit"' 'I'm in love with you,' he said quietly.
driving unsafe
Your driving is unpleasant, but it isn't technically unsafe.
real house answers
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.
swings problem ninety
We gotta do something about this frigging swing set,' he said. 'I'm telling you, it's ninety percent of the problem.
water augustus wanted
The only person I really wanted to talk to about Augustus Water's death with was Augustus Waters.
sacrifice compassion voice
The tales of our exploits will survive as long as the human voice itself,' he said. 'And even after that, when the robots recall the human absurdities of sacrifice and compassion, they will remember us.
good-day gus lasts
Anyway, that was the last good day I had with Gus until the Last Good Day.
real drinking people
I like this world. I like drinking champagne. I like not smoking. I like Dutch people speaking Dutch.
good-life hands wind
Above us, the wind blew and the branching shadows rearranged themselves on our skin. Gus squeezed my hand. "It is a good life, Hazel Grace.
believe knowing adults
I thought being an adult meant knowing what you believe, but that has not been my experience.
relationship space phones
And then the line was quite but not dead. I almost felt like he was there in my room with me, but in a way it was better, like I was not in my room and he was not in his, but instead we were together in some invisible and tenuous third space that could only be visited on the phone.
pain real green
The marks humans leave are too often scars.
mom dad asking
What can we do?" Mom asked again. I shrugged. But she kept asking, as if there were something she could do, until I just kind of crawled across the couch into her lap and my dad came over and held my legs really tight and I wrapped my arms all the way around my mom's middle and they held on to me for hours while the tide rolled in.