John Green Quotes

I just want to do something that matters. Or be something that matters. I just want to matter.

Oh, I wouldn't mind, Hazel Grace. It would be a privilege to have my heart broken by you.

I figured something out. The future is unpredictable.

That didn’t happen, of course. Things never happened the way I imagined them.

He wanted to draw out the moment before the moment—because as good as kissing feels, nothing feels as good as the anticipation of it.

The funny thing about writing is that whether you're doing it well or you're doing it poorly, it looks the exact same. That is actually one of the main ways that writing is different from ballet dancing.

I wanted to know that he would be okay if I died. I wanted to not be a grenade, to not be a malevolent force in the lives of people I loved.

Thomas Edison's last words were, "It's very beautiful over there." I don't know where there is, but I know it's somewhere, and I hope it's beautiful.

"May I see you again?" he asked. There was an endearing nervousness in his voice.

I smiled. "Sure."

"Tomorrow?" he asked.

"Patience, grasshopper," I counseled. "You don't want to seem overeager.

"Right, that's why I said tomorrow," he said. "I want to see you again tonight. But I'm willing to wait all night and much of tomorrow." I rolled my eyes. "I'm serious," he said.

"You don't even know me," I said. I grabbed the book from the center console. "How about I call you when I finish this?"

"But you don't even have my phone number," he said.

"I strongly suspect you wrote it in this book."

He broke out into that goofy smile. "And you say we don't know each other.

there is no shortage of fault to be found amid our stars

When people have to choose between civilization and warm genitals, they choose warm genitals

Hank, before I move forward with this discussion, I should acknowledge that as a child I was an inveterate liar... As opposed to now, when I am a novelist.

And then something invisible snapped insider her, and that which had come together commenced to fall apart.

Now, Hank, obviously you and I are living proof that sometimes a nerd meets another nerd and they fall in nerd-love.

Sometimes, you read a book and it fills you with this weird evangelical zeal, and you become convinced that the shattered world will never be put back together unless and until all living humans read the book. And then there are books like An Imperial Affliction, which you can't tell people about, books so special and rare and yours that advertising your affection feels like betrayal