John Green
John Green
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionAuthor
Date of Birth24 August 1977
CountryUnited States of America
character ideas special
But to be perfectly frank, this childish idea that the author of a novel has some special insight into the characters in the novel...it's ridiculous. That novel was composed of scratches on a page, dear. The characters inhabiting it have no life outside of those scratches. What happened to them? They all ceased to exist the moment the novel ended.
believe thinking race
Getting a life’ is something only a complete idiot could believe. Like you can just drive to a store and get a life. See it in its shiny box and look inside the plastic window and catch a glimpse of yourself in a new life and say, ‘Wow, I look much happier — I think this is the life I need to get!’, take it to the counter, ring it up, put it on your credit card. If getting a life was that easy, we’d be one blissed-out race.
lost continuing loses
But what could I lose by continuing that had not already been lost?
home moon your-boyfriend
You're amazing, and I so want to be your boyfriend, because of what you just said, and also because that shirt makes me want to take you home and do unspeakable things while we watch live-action Sailor Moon videos
voice glory neediness
I'm just reveling in the glory of not having to hear the neediness and impotence of my own voice.
pain believe thinking
I like the strings. I always have. Because that's how it feels. But the strings make pain seem more fatal than it is, I think. We're not as frail as the strings would make us believe. And I like the grass, too. The grass got me to you, helped me to imagine you as an actual person. But we're not different sprouts from the same plant. I can't be you. You can't be me. You can imagine another well – but never quite perfectly, you know?
thinking like-love profound
...a taste so profound and complex that it can't even be compared to other tastes, only to emotions. Cheesy waffles, I was thinking, tastes like love without the fear of love's dissolution...
interesting important ends
In the end, what you do isn't going to be nearly as interesting or important as who you do it with.
love-you secret said
She said 'I love you' as if it were a secret, and an immense one.
dream people boring
Nothing is as boring as other people's dreams.
girl paper needs
Every paper girl needs at least one string.
letting-go betrayal cancer
And then we were kissing. My hand let go of the oxygen cart and I reached up for his neck, and he pulled me up by my waist onto my tiptoes. As his parted lips met mine, I started to feel breathless in a new and fascinating way. The space around us evaporated, and for a weird moment I really liked my body, this cancer-ruined thing I'd spent years dragging around suddenly seemed worth the struggle, worth the chest tubes and PICC lines and the ceaseless bodily betrayal of the tumors.
dark sunshine sweat
In the dark beside me, she smelled of sweat and sunshine and vanilla,
world unfair said
It’s not fair,” I said. “It’s just so goddamned unfair.” “The world,” he said, “is not a wishgranting factory,