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John Green Quotes - Page 53

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I would always love Alaska Young, my crooked neighbor, with all my crooked heart.

I would always love Alaska Young, my crooked neighbor, with all my crooked heart.

Heart, Alaska, Neighbor

John Green (2015). “Looking For Alaska Special 10th Anniversary Edition”, p.169, Penguin

She smiled with all the delight of a kid on Christmas morning and said, "Y'all smoke to enjoy it. I smoke to die." - Alaska

Morning, Kids, Alaska

John Green (2008). “Looking for Alaska”, p.40, Penguin

Worry is yet another side effect of dying.

Worry, Dying, Sides

John Green (2013). “The John Green Collection”, p.685, Penguin

‎"I go to seek a Great Perhaps.

John Green (2008). “Looking for Alaska”, p.14, Penguin

It must be some book," she said as she knelt down next to the bed..."Did that boy give it to you?" She asked out of nowhere. "By 'it' do you mean herpes?" "You are too much," Mom said, "The book, Hazel. I mean the book.

Mom, Book, Mean

John Green (2012). “The Fault in Our Stars”, p.33, Penguin UK

He flipped himself onto his side and kissed me. "You're so hot," I said, my hand still on his leg. "I'm starting to think you have an amputee fetish," he answered, still kissing me. I laughed. "I have an Augustus Waters fetish," I explained.

Kissing, Thinking, Hands

pg. 231-232: They'd given me a minivan. They could have picked any car and they picked a minivan. A minivan. O God of the Vehicular Justice, why dost thou mock me? Minivan, you albatross around my neck! You mark of Cain! You wretched beast high ceilings and few horsepower!

Graduation, Justice, Car

He liked the idea of coffee quite a lot—a warm drink that gave you energy and had been for centuries associated with sophisticates and intellectuals. But coffee itself tasted to him like caffeinated stomach bile.

Coffee, Ideas, Energy

John Green (2008). “An Abundance of Katherines”, p.76, Penguin

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 the book.” He broke out into that goofy smile. “A nd you say we don’t know each other.

Book, Phones, Numbers

John Green (2012). “The Fault in Our Stars”, p.29, Penguin

I do, Augustus. I do.

Augustus

It's not fair," I said. "It's just so goddamned unfair." "The world," he said, "is not a wishgranting factory.

World, Unfair, Factories

John Green (2012). “The Fault in Our Stars”, p.139, Penguin UK

In the dark beside me, she smelled of sweat and sunshine and vanilla.

Sunshine, Dark, Sweat

John Green (2008). “Looking for Alaska”, p.23, Penguin

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.

Letting Go, Betrayal, Cancer

Every paper girl needs at least one string.

Girl, Needs, Paper

John Green (2013). “The John Green Collection”, p.467, Penguin

She said 'I love you' as if it were a secret, and an immense one.

Love You, Secret, Said

John Green (2008). “An Abundance of Katherines”, p.15, Penguin

In the end, what you do isn't going to be nearly as interesting or important as who you do it with.

Interesting, Important, Ends

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.

Thinking, Like Love, Profound

John Green, Lauren Myracle, Maureen Johnson (2009). “Let It Snow: Three Holiday Stories”, p.95, Penguin

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?

Pain, Believe, Thinking

John Green (2013). “Paper Towns”, p.301, A&C Black

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

Home, Moon, Your Boyfriend

John Green, David Levithan (2010). “Will Grayson, Will Grayson”, p.159, Penguin

But what could I lose by continuing that had not already been lost?

Lost, Continuing, Loses

John Green, Lauren Myracle, Maureen Johnson (2009). “Let It Snow: Three Holiday Stories”, p.99, Penguin

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.

Character, Ideas, Special

"The Fault in Our Stars". Book by John Green, January 10, 2012.

Her primary reason for living and my primary reason for living were awfully entangled.

Reason, Primaries

John Green (2012). “The Fault in Our Stars”, p.85, Penguin

What about the rest of your life?" She shrugged. "What about it?" "Aren't you worried about, like, forever?" "Forever is composed of nows," she says.

Forever, Rest Of Your Life, Worried

John Green (2010). “Paper Towns”, p.198, Bloomsbury Publishing

Everybody was so kind. Strong, too. In the darkest days, the Lord puts the best people into your life." "Quick, give me a throw pillow and some thread because that needs to be an Encouragement.

Encouragement, Strong, People

John Green (2012). “The Fault in Our Stars”, p.28, Penguin

You’re joining us for dinner, I hope?” asked his mom. She was small and brunette and vaguely mousy. “I guess?” I said. “I have to be home by ten. Also I don’t, um, eat meat?” “No problem. We’ll vegetarianize some,” she said. “Animals are just too cute?” Gus asked. “I want to minimize the number of deaths I am responsible for,” I said. Gus opened his mouth to respond but then stopped himself.

Cute, Mom, Home

John Green (2012). “The Fault in Our Stars”, p.28, Penguin

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