Quotes by John Green

Jesus, I’m not going to be one of those people who sits around talking about what they’re gonna do. I’m just going to do it. Imagining the future is a kind of nostalgia.” “Huh?” I asked. “You spend your whole life stuck in the labyrinth, thinking about how you’ll escape it one day, and how awesome it will be, and imagining that future keeps you going, but you never do it. You just use the future to escape the present.

I liked that he was a tenured professor in the Department of Slightly Crooked Smiles with a dual appointments in the Department of Having a Voice that Made My Skin Feel More Like Skin.

A nonhot boy stares at you and it is, at best, awkward and, at worst, a form of assault. But a hot boy...well.

In the best conversations, you dont even remember what you talked about, only how it felt. It felt like we were in some place your body cant visit, some place with no ceiling and no walls and no floor and no instruments

Thank you for letting me hijack your wish, I said.Thank you for wearing that dress which is like whoa, he said.

the world wasnt made for us, we were made for the world

Support Group featured a rotating cast of characters in various states of tumor-driven unwellness. Why did the cast rotate? A side effect of dying.

Tobin, Mom said disapprovingly. She wasnt a particularly funny person. It suited her professionally - I mean, you dont want your cancer surgeon to walk into the examination room and be like, Guy walks into a bar. Bartender says, Whatll ya have? And the guy says, Whaddya got? And the bartender says, I dont know what I got, but I know what you got: Stage IV melanoma.

I’ll give you my strength if I can have your remission.

You gave me a forever within the numbered days and Im grateful.

According to the conventions of the genre, Augustus Waters kept his sense of humor till the end, did not for a moment waiver in his courage, and his spirit soared like an indomitable eagle until the world itself could not contain his joyous soul.

Dont tell me youre one of those people who becomes their disease. I know so many people like that. Its disheartening. Like, cancer is in the growth business, right? The taking-people-over business. But surely you havent let it succeed prematurely.

What am I at war with? My cancer. And what is my cancer? My cancer is me. The tumors are made of me. Theyre made of me as surely as my brain and my heart are made of me. It is a civil war, Hazel Grace, with a predetermined winner.

There is only one thing in this world shittier than biting it from cancer when youre sixteen, and thats having a kid who bites it from cancer.

You die in the middle of your life.

My cancer is me. The tumors are made of me. They’re made of me as surely as my brain and my heart are made of me. It is a civil war with a predetermined winner

But of course there is always a hamartia and yours is that oh, my God, even though you HAD FREAKING CANCER you give money to a company in exchange for the chance to acquire YET MORE CANCER.

Maybe I was supposed to hate Caroline Mathers or something because she’d been with Augustus, but I didn’t. I couldn’t see her very clearly amid all the tributes, but there didn’t seem to be much to hate. She seemed to be mostly a professional sick person, like me, which made me worry that when I died they’d have nothing to say about me except that I fought heroically, as if the only thing I’d ever done was Have Cancer.

But its not a cancer book, because cancer books suck.

I tried to imagine him capital-S Somewhere as we prayed, but even then I could not quite convince myself that he and I would be together again. I already knew too many dead people. I knew that time would now pass for me differently then it would for him- that I, like everyone in that room, would go on accumulating loves and losses while he would not. And for me, that was the final and truly unbearable tragedy: Like all the innumerable dead, hed once and for all been demoted from haunted to haunter.