Your party kicked so much ass! Even though you suck so much! It's like, instead of blood, your heart pumps liquid suck! But thanks for the beer!

— John Green

Your professional physicist opinion?" I ask. She smiles. "I believe the cat to be alive. And what says my esteemed colleague?"" Alive," I say.

— John Green

You shall love your neighbourWith your crooked heart, It says so much about love and brokenness -- it's perfect.

— John Green

You shall no longer take things at second or third hand.... nor look through the eyes of the dead.... nor feed on the specters in books. I tramp a perpetual journey All goes onward and outward.... and nothing collapses, And to die is different from what anyone supposed, and luckier. If no other in the world be aware I sit content, And if each and all be aware I sit content. The final three stanzas of 'Song of Myself" were also highlighted. I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I love, If you want me again look for me under your boot soles. You will hardly know who I am or what I mean, But I shall be good health to your nevertheless, And filter and fiber your blood. Failing to fetch me at first keep encouraged, Missing me one places search another, I stop somewhere waiting for you, It became a weekend of reading, of trying to see her in the fragments of the poem she'd left for me. I could never get anywhere with the lines, but I kept thinking about them anyway, became I didn't want to disappoint her. She wanted me to play out with the string, to find the place where she had stopped and was waiting for me, to follow the bread crumb trail until it dead-ended into her.

— John Green

You should see it,” he said. “V for Vendetta, I mean.”“Okay,” I said. “I’ll look it up.”“No. With me. At my house,” he said. “Now.

— John Green

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.

— John Green

You spend your whole life stuck in the labyrinth, thinking about how you'll escape 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.

— John Green

You used," he said, and then took a sharp breath, "to call me Augustus.

— John Green

You were with Margo Roth Spiegelman last night? At THREE A.M.? I nodded. Alone? I nodded. Oh my God, if you hooked up with her, you have to tell me every single thing that happened. You have to write me a term paper on the look and feel of Margo Roth Spiegelman's breasts. Thirty pages, minimum! I want you to do a photo-realistic pencil drawing. A sculpture would also be acceptable. I was wondering if it would be possible for you to write a setting about Margo Roth Spiegelman's breasts? Your six words are: pink, round, firmness, succulent, supple, and pillow. Personally, I think at least one of the words should be buhbuhbuhbuh.

— John Green

You will not kill my girlfriend today, International Terrorists of Ambiguous Nationality!

— John Green