John Green

I wish I knew how to quit you, Tumblr.

The real heroes anyway aren't the people doing things; the real heroes are the people NOTICING things, paying attention.

I'm sorry. I know you loved her. It was hard not to.

As long as we don't die, this is gonna be one hell of a story.

I hadn’t been in proper school in three years. My parents were my two best friends. My third best friend was an author who did not know I existed.

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

I always had this idea that you should never give up a happy middle in the hopes of a happy ending, because there is no such thing as a happy ending. Do you know what I mean? There is so much to lose.

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

At some point we all look up and realize we are lost in a maze.

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.

As far as I can tell, there are two basic (kissing) rules: 1. Don't bite anything without permission. 2. The human tongue is like wasabi: it's very powerful, and should be used sparingly.

You do not immortalize the lost by writing about them. Language buries, but does not resurrect.

Books so special and rare and yours that advertising your affection feels like a betrayal.

Sometimes, you read a book and it fills you with this weird evangelical zeal, and you become convinced that the shattered world will never be put back together unless and until all living humans read the book.

When things break, it's not the actual breaking that prevents them from getting back together again. It's because a little piece gets lost - the two remaining ends couldn't fit together even if they wanted to. The whole shape has changed.

I don't know how I look, but I know how I feel: Young. Goofy. Infinite.

Life has become the future. Every moment of your life is lived for the future.

I just want to do something that matters. Or be something that matters. I just want to matter.