John Green
John Green
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionAuthor
Date of Birth24 August 1977
CountryUnited States of America
eye thinking cities
It's hard as hell to hold on to your dignity when the risen sun is too bright in your losing eyes, and that's what I was thinking about as we hunted for bad guys through the ruins of a city that didn't exist.
math numbers infinite
There are infinite numbers between 0 and 1.
love hands voice
The feeling of loving her and being loved by her welled up in him, and he could taste the adrenaline in the back of his throat, and maybe it wasn't over, and maybe he could feel her hand in his again and hear her loud, brash voice contort itself into a whisper to say I-love-you as if it were a secret, and an immense one.
sex hipster swings
But there's so much to do: cigarettes to smoke, sex to have, swings to swing on.
sex real goal
Dear Teens at Starbucks wearing 'Abstain from Sex 2 Attain Ur Goals' t-shirts: Doesn't it depend on what my goals are?
knowing brain remembered
There's a place in the brain for knowing what cannot be remembered.
umbrella roof
I really like umbrellas. It's like, I have a roof! I carry it with me! Umbrellas always amuse me.
light invisible reminders
Light, the visible reminder of Invisible Light.
doors florida house
But my miracle was different. My miracle was this: out of all the houses in all the subdivisions in all of Florida, I ended up living next door to Margo Roth Spiegelman.
beautiful summer real
It was kind of a beautiful day, finally real summer in Indianapolis, warm and humid - the kind of weather that reminds you after a long winter that while the world wasn't built for humans, we were built for the world.
believe people needs
Maybe some people need to believe in a proper and omnipotent God to pray, but I don't.
morning real light
It looked like an old painting, but real - everything achingly idyllic in the morning light - and I thought about how wonderfully strange it would be to live in a place where almost everything had been built by the dead.
teenager thinking invincible
Teenagers think they are invincible
smoking vomiting benches
He lit a cigarette and handed it to me. I inhaled. Coughed. Wheezed. Gasped for breath. Coughed again. Considered vomiting. Grabbed the swinging bench, head spinning, and threw the cigarette to the ground and stomped on it, convinced my Great Perhaps did not involve cigarettes.