Quotes from John Green

I am in the midst of a soliloquy! I wrote this out and memorized it and if you interrupt me I will completely screw it up,' Augustus interrupted. 'Please to be eating your sandwich and listening.

Augustus, perhaps you'd like to share your fears with the group." My fears?" Yes." I fear oblivion," he said without a moment's pause. I fear it like the proverbial blind man who's afraid of the dark." Too soon," Isaac said, cracking a smile. Was that insensitive?" Augustus asked. I can be pretty blind to other people's feelings.

We don't tend to write about disease in fiction - not just teen novels but all American novels - because it doesn't fit in with our idea of the heroic romantic epic. There is room only for sacrifice, heroism, war, politics and family struggle.

Come over here so I can examine your face with my hands and see deeper into your soul than a sighted person ever could.

Look, let me just say it: He was hot. A nonhot boy stares at you relentlessly and it is, at best, awkward and, at worst, a form of assault. But a hot boy . . . well.

What a treacherous thing to believe that a person is more than a person.

I'm in love with you, and I know that love is just a shout into the void, and that oblivion is inevitable, and that we're all doomed and that there will come a day when all our labor has been returned to dust, and I know the sun will swallow the only earth we'll ever have, and I am in love with you.

But it is the nature of stars to cross, and never was Shakespeare more wrong than when he has Cassius note, 'The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars / But in ourselves.

For a moment, she was quiet. Then she grabbed my hand, whispered, Run run run run run," and took off, pulling me behind her.

That's why I like you. Do you realize how rare it is to come across a hot girl who creates a adjectival version of the word pedophile? You are so busy being you that you have no idea how utterly unprecedented you are.

The marks humans leave are too often scars.

Nothing ever happens like you imagine it will

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.

People, I thought, wanted security. They couldn't bear the idea of death being a big black nothing, couldn't bear the thought of their loved ones not existing, and couldn't even imagine themselves not existing. I finally decided that people believed in an afterlife because they couldn't bear not to.

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

You don't get to choose if you get hurt in this world, old man, but you do have some say in who hurts you.

I will not tell you our love story, because-like all real love stories-it will die with us,as it should.

As he read, I fell in love the way you fall asleep: slowly, and then all at once.

I found myself thinking about President William McKinley, the third American president to be assassinated. He lived for several days after he was shot, and towards the end, his wife started crying and screaming, "I want to go too! I want to go too!" And with his last measure of strength, McKinley turned to her and spoke his last words: "We are all going.

At some point, you gotta stop looking up at the sky, or one of these days you'll look back down and see that you floated away, too.

I've never known before what it feels like to want someone - not to want to hook up with them or whatever, but to want them, to want them. And now I do. So maybe I do believe in epiphanies.

I know so many last words. But I will never know hers.

Sometimes people don't understand the promises they're making when they make them.

I wanted to be one of those people who have streaks to maintain, who scorch the ground with their intensity. But for now, at least I knew such people, and they needed me, just like comets need tails.