J. Green Quotes

All hurt is brain hurt.

You had been a paper boy to me all these years - two dimensions as a character on the page and two different, but still flat, dimensions as a person. But that night you turned out to be real.

I knew that I would know more dead people. The bodies pile up. Could there be a space in my memory for each of them, or would I forget a little of Alaska every day for the rest of my life?

People are supposed to care. It's good that people mean something to you, that you miss people when they're gone.

In our hyper-secular world, worship is still inevitable. But it is vital to remember that our gods don't choose us, we choose them.

but there was nothing I could do to dim the supernovae exploding inside my brain, an endless chain of intra cranial firecrackers

Oh, Wikipedia, with your tension between those who would share knowledge and those who would destroy it.

I wouldn't have cared if my girlfriend was a Jaguar-driving Cyclops with a beard - I'd have been grateful just to have someone to make out with.

He wanted to draw out the moment before the moment- because as good as kissing feels, nothing feels as good as the anticipation of it.

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

In looking at waste as an entirely modern, man-made idea, I stopped viewing garbage as garbage and instead slowly started to see it as a commodity.

I leave, and the leaving is so exhilarating I know I can never go back. But then what? Do I just keep leaving places, and leaving them, and leaving them, tramping a perpetual journey?

This squirrel is inadequately afraid of humans! Squirrel, I am a threat to you! We are enemies! Please get off my bench! Oh, god! Oh, god! Don't touch me—oh, god!

He really was beautiful. I know boys aren’t supposed to be, but he was.

But mothers lie. It's in the job description.

It hurt, and that is not a euphemism. It hurt like a beating.

Maybe life is not about accomplishing some bullshit markers.

The only thing worse than having a party that no one attends is having a party attended only by two vastly, deeply uninteresting people.

He'd fought hard, Lida told me, as if there was another way to fight.

As Carrie Fisher once said in a film, everyone thinks they have good taste and a sense of humour.

You're arguing that the fragile, rare thing is beautiful simply because it is fragile and rare. But that's a lie, and you know it.

Which would you rather be if you had the choice--divinely beautiful or dazzlingly clever or angelically good?

...a little "appreciation" sometimes does quite as much good as all the conscientious "bringing up" in the world.

Thought flies and words go on foot.

You know your problem, Quentin? You keep expecting people not to be themselves.

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.

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

Colder by the hour, more dead with every breath.

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.

Osteosarcoma sometimes takes a limb to check you out. The, if it like you, it takes the rest.

In my opinion, actual heroism, like actual love, is a messy, painful, vulnerable business—and I wanted to try to reflect that.

he is both the source of my happiness and the one i want to share it with. i have to believe that’s a sign.

No reason to be angry. Anger just distracts from the all-encompassing sadness.

Glorious is the Voice of Man, and sweet is the music of the harp.

Without social networks, you're not the coolest thing on the Christmas list, and you're not getting any bite.

…determined to enjoy her luxury of grief uncomforted.

I think I'll always be famous. I just hope I don't become infamous.

The vaunted experience of age was perhaps only a matter of wounds and scarring -- that young minds to old minds might be as young bodies to old bodies: stronger, more vital, less twisted by damage.

Every time my dreams threaten to become reality, something always happens and I end up alone.

I’m not up for laughing, but their laughter makes the room feel safer, so we begin to explore.

Because you're my friend, wingnut.

Do the thing you're good at. Not many people are lucky enough to be so good at something.

No headboards were broken.

The funny thing about writing is that whether you're doing well or doing it poorly, it looks the exact same. That's actually one of the main ways that writing is different from ballet dancing.

There is only one things in this world shittier than biting it from cancer when you're sixteen, and that's having a kid who bites it from cancer.

Last words are always harder to remember when no one knows that someone's about to die.

I've done my best, and I begin to understand what is meant by 'the joy of strife'. Next to trying and winning, the best thing is trying and failing.

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

We were very different, and we disagreed about a lot of things, but he was always so interesting, you know?

... I didn't know whether to feel angry at her for making me part of her suicide or just to feel angry at myself for letting her go.