Quotes from John Green

It's hard to believe in coincidence, but it's even harder to believe in anything else.

We bring the fucking rain Q, not the scattered showers.

If people were like rain, I was like drizzle and she was a hurricane.

I'm so proud of you that it makes me proud of me. I hope you know that.

Remember that time in the minivan, twenty minutes ago, when we didn't die?

We all matter - maybe less then a lot but always more than none.

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

The rules of capitalization are so unfair to words in the middle of a sentence.

It seemed like forever ago, like we've had this brief but still infinite forever. Some infinities are bigger than other infinities.

Oh, Wikipedia, with your tension between those who would share knowledge and those who would destroy it.

I'm really not up for answering any questions that start with how, when, where, why or what.

Dude, I don't want to talk about Lacey's prom shoes. And I'll tell you why: I have this thing that makes me really uninterested in prom shoes. It's called a penis.

Just move to the Internet, its great here. We get to live inside where the weather is always awesome.

He called out to his fellow monks,'Come quickly I am tasting stars.

What you must understand about me is that I'm a deeply unhappy person.

Without pain, how could we know joy?' This is an old argument in the field of thinking about suffering and its stupidity and lack of sophistication could be plumbed for centuries but suffice it to say that the existence of broccoli does not, in any way, affect the taste of chocolate.

You should see it. V for Vendetta I mean. "I'll look it up." No. With Me. At my house. Now

It's just that I learned a while ago that the best way to get people to like you is not to like them too much.

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

There are times when it is appropriate, even preferable, to get an erection when someone's face is in close proximity to your penis. This was not one of those times.

The pleasure isn't in doing the thing, the pleasure is in planning it.

Margo always loved mysteries. And in everything that came afterward, I could never stop thinking that maybe she loved mysteries so much that she became one.

Tell me my copy is missing the last twenty pages or something. Hazel Grace, tell me I have not reached the end of this book. OH MY GOD DO THEY GET MARRIED OR NOT OH MY GOD WHAT IS THIS?!

The thing about chameleoning your way through life is that it gets to where nothing is real.