John Green
John Green
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionAuthor
Date of Birth24 August 1977
CountryUnited States of America
hurt it-hurts euphemism
It hurt, and that is not a euphemism. It hurt like a beating.
great-day today
Whatever. Great day. Today. Best day of my life.
dad home feelings
I thought of the one thing about home that I missed, my dad's study with its built-in, floor-to-ceiling shelves sagging with thick biographies and the black leather chair that kept me just uncomfortable enough to keep from feeling sleepy as I read.
kids skeletons ribs
I pointed at the little kids goading each other to jump from rib cage to shoulder and Gus answered just loud enough for me to hear over the din, 'Last time, I imagined myself as the kid. This time, the skeleton.
gone knows
You never know. It's just. It's like. POOF. And you're gone.
life teenage alaska
We are greater than the sum of our parts.
imagining-the-future alaska labyrinth
And imagining that future keeps you going, but you never do it. You just use the future to escape the present.
bursting sensuality okay
Okay is BURSTING with sensuality
dad mean thinking
Also, it was a bit hopeless," he said. "A bit defeatist." "If by defeatist you mean honest, then I agree." "I don't think defeatism is honest, " Dad answered. "I refuse to accept that.
cancer tree grace
It lit up like a Christmas Tree Hazel Grace...
cancer struggle kissing
And then we were kissing.....The space around us evaporated, and for a weird moment I rally like my body; this cancer-ruined thing I'd spent years dragging around suddenly seemed worth the struggle,..
littles faults infinity
My love, I cannot tell you how thankful I am for our little infinity, ~ Hazel Lancaster.
drama mean figures
I mean, he was something that happened to me, you know? But before he was this minor figure in the drama of my life he was - you know, the central figure in the drama of his own life.
girl real ideas
Because it's kind of great, being an idea that everybody likes. But I could never be the idea to myself, not all the way. And Agloe is a place where a paper creation became real. A dot on the map became a real place, more real than the people who created the dot could never have imagined. I thought maybe the paper cutout of a girl could start becoming real here also. And it seemed like a way to tell that paper girl who cared about popularity and clothes and everything else: 'You are going to the paper towns. And you are never coming back.