John Green

Sure, anyone can name fourteen dead people. But we're disorganized mourners, so a lot of people end up remembering Shakespeare, and no one ends up remembering the person he wrote Sonnet Fifty-five about.

Who am I to say that these things might nit be forever? Who is Peter Van Houten to assert as fact the conjecture that our labor is temporary?

What am I at war with? My cancer. And what is my cancer? 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, Hazel Grace, with a predetermined winner.

The marks we leave are too often scars.

Part of not being a self-centered asshole, Colin reasoned, is doing things with your friends even when you don't want to.

We don't tend to write about disease in fiction - not just teen novels but all American novels - because it doesn't fit in with our idea of the heroic romantic epic. There is room only for sacrifice, heroism, war, politics and family struggle.

Most of my friends were in band, and most of my free time during school was spent within twenty feet of the band room.

I feel like I might start crying and that I'm going to cry pee.

As a child I was an inveterate liar. As opposed to now, I am a Novelist.

I felt the unfairness of it, the inarguable injustice of loving someone who might have loved you back but can't due to deadness.

I believe in hope, in what is something called ”radical hope.” I believe there is hope for all of us, even amid the suffering. And that’s why I write fiction, probaby. It’s my attempt to keep that fragile strand of radical hope, to buld a fire in the darkness.R.

You die in the middle of your life.