John Green
John Green
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionAuthor
Date of Birth24 August 1977
CountryUnited States of America
children swings grace
Lonley, Vaguely pedophilic swing set seeks the butts of children.
doors shirts said
I opened the door. He looked down at my shirt and smiled. "Funny," he said. "Don't call my boobs funny," I answered.
book thinking people
I'm a grenade, I just want to stay away from people and read books, and think...
worry dying sides
And yet still I worried. I like being a person. I wanted to keep at it. Worry is yet another side effect of dying.
alaska young alaska-young
This one's for Alaska Young!
mind wander predictable
He let his mind wander. It went to a predictable place, and he missed her
hazel-grace fault-in-our-stars
She was loved deeply, but not widely
believe want share
he is both the source of my happiness and the one i want to share it with. i have to believe that’s a sign.
growing-up winning firsts
She’s the kind of person who either dies tragically at twenty-seven, like Jimi Hendrix and Janis Joplin, or else grows up to win, like, the first-ever Nobel Prize for Awesome.
mom baby girlfriend
These are all direct quotes, except every time they use a curse word, I'm going to use the name of a famous American poet: 'You Walt Whitman-ing, Edna St. Vincent Millay! Go Emily Dickinson your mom!' 'Thanks for the advice, you pathetic piece of E.E. Cummings, but I think I'm gonna pass.' 'You Robert Frost-ing Nikki Giovanni! Get a life, nerd. You're a virgin.' 'Hey bro, you need to go outside and get some fresh air into you. Or a girlfriend.' I need to get a girlfriend into me? I think that shows a fundamental lack of comprehension about how babies are made.
men black dresses
I hope we get pulled over, he says. I'd like to see how the cop responds to a black man wearing a Confederate T-shirt over a black dress.
leaving feels
Leaving feels too good, once you leave.
leaving paper towns
It is so hard to leave-until you leave.
stars thinking rocks
the marks humans leave are too often scars. You build a hideous minimall or start a coup or try to become a rock star and you'll think "they'll remember me now," but (a) all you leave behind are more scars. Your coup becomes a dictatorship. Your minimall becomes a lesion