John Green
John Green
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionAuthor
Date of Birth24 August 1977
CountryUnited States of America
boys waiting grace
Hazel Grace,” he said. “Hi,” I said. “How are you?” “Grand,” he said. “I have been wanting to call you on a nearly minutely basis, but I have been waiting until I could form a coherent thought in re An Imperial Affliction.” (He said “in re.” He really did. That boy.)
curfew
History doesn't have a curfew.
heart perfect crooked
You shall love your neighbour With your crooked heart, It says so much about love and brokenness -- it's perfect.
alaska suffering labyrinth
It's not life or death, the labyrinth. Suffering. Doing wrong and having wrong things happen to you.
jobs reading people
Ultimately, it doesn't matter if the author intended a symbol to be there, because the job of reading is not to understand the authors intend. The job of reading is to see into other people as we see ourselves.
memories might keepsakes
I kept it for myself like a keepsake, as if sharing the memory might lead to its dissipation.
persons
Because no one thought she was a person, she had no one to really talk to.
long outcomes pleasure
The whole pleasure of being in a state of unknowing is that as long as you don’t know, all possible outcomes feel as if they are happening.
girlfriend hurt drama
I was so tired of her getting upset for no reason. The way she would get sulky and make references to the freaking oppressive nature of tragedy or whatever but then never said what was wrong, never have any goddamned reason to be sad. And I just think you ought to have a reason. My girlfriend dumped me, so I'm sad. I got caught smoking, so I'm pissed off. My head hurts, so I'm cranky. She never had a reason, Pudge. I was just so tired of putting up with her drama. And I just let her go. Christ.
middle dies fault-in-our-stars
You die in the middle of your life.
memories eye heaven
The dead are visible only in the terrible lidless eye of memory. The living, thank heaven, retain the ability to surprise and to disappoint. - Van Houten
art philosophy pyramids
According to Maslow, I was stuck on the second level of the pyramid, unable to feel secure in my health and therefore unable to reach for love and respect and art and whatever else, which is, utter horseshit: The urge to make art or contemplate philosophy does not go away when you are sick. Those urges just become transfigured by illness. Maslow's pyramid seemed to imply I was less human than other people, and most people seemed to agree with him.
believe soul conservation
I believe humans have souls, and I believe in the conservation of souls.
rooms band happens
What happens in the band room stays in the band room.