J.M. Green Quotes

that while the world wasn't built for humans, we were built for the world.

'Do you know,' he asked in a delicious accent, 'what Dom Pérignon said after inventing champagne?' 'No?' I said. 'He called out to his fellow monks, 'Come quickly: I am tasting the stars!'

We're professional worriers. You're constantly imagining things that could go wrong and then writing about them.

I really think that reading is just as important as writing when you're trying to be a writer because it's the only apprenticeship we have, it's the only way of learning how to write a story.

That is, to me at least, one of the most helpful and useful things books do for us: They are generous enough to allow us to choose what matters to us.

Funerals...are for the living.

He missed that, too, and it hadn't even happened.

You're not boring. You've got to stop saying that, or people will start believing you.

We're invisible. I've never been here with someone else. It's different being invisible with someone.

If I could do it all over again," he said, his speech slow and vaguely mangled by his massive lower lip, "I'd just let myself be trampled to death by the Satan Pig.

The dead are visible only in the terrible lidless eye of memory.

In the end the listening exposes you even more than it exposes the people you're trying to listen to.

I always liked routine. I suppose I never found boredom very boring.

A drink this good deserves one's best posture.

In the darkest days, the Lord puts the best people into your life." (p. 28)

Whatever, bro. We both had a long day. Too much drama. I'll TTYS." I wanted to ridicule him for using chatspeak IRL, but I found myself lacking the energy.

I do love you and what else matters but that

Suffering is universal.

We fell. We got up. We ran.

I can't remember, because I never knew.

We'd failed, maybe, but some mysteries aren't meant to be solved.

Most loves don't last. But some do.

Lies are attempts to hide the truth by willfully denying facts. Fiction, on the other hand, is an attempt to reveal the truth by ignoring facts.

We look back to the most important moment in our history, and that becomes the dividing line between what we were and what we are now.

I'm not embarrassed by my faith, and I'm also not embarrassed by my doubt.

I don't think you're dying," I said. "I think you've just got a touch of cancer. He smiled. Gallows humor.

But I could always tell in her eyes if she got really pissed at me, and her eyes were still pretty smiley

If I could just stay alive for a week, I’d know the unwritten secrets of Anna’s mom and the Dutch Tulip Guy.

Facts, even false ones, cannot be copyrighted.

AHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!' he screamed. 'So that's Sara,' I said. 'Yes.' 'She seems nice.

I smiled. She smiled. I believed the smile.

Doing stuff never feels as good as you hope it will feel.

The easiest way to solve a mystery is to decide that there is no mystery to solve.

Maybe this time she wanted to be found, and to be found by me.

He let his mind wander. It went to a predictable place, and he missed her

Before any of it could make sense, it had to be heard.

She’s the kind of person who either dies tragically at twenty-seven, like Jimi Hendrix and Janis Joplin, or else grows up to win, like, the first-ever Nobel Prize for Awesome.

I hope we get pulled over, he says. I'd like to see how the cop responds to a black man wearing a Confederate T-shirt over a black dress.

Because no one thought she was a person, she had no one to really talk to.

The Romans knew it: quod me alit me extinguit, they said: That which nourishes me, extinguishes me.

My regret was immediate and permanent and useless.

Did I help you toward a fate you didn't want, Alaska, or did I just assist in your willful self-destruction?

Dutch is not so much a language as an ailment of the throat.

I would argue that stupidity is born out of bad reading, bad teaching and bad thinking!

She raised one leg and gave me all her weight as a I dipped her. She either trusted me or wanted to fall.

What happens in the band room stays in the band room.

Those of us who frequent the band room have long suspected that Becca maintains her lovely figure by eating nothing but the souls of kittens and the dreams of impoverished children.

... she called it a paper town. Like, you know, everything so fake and flimsy.

Love is always a miracle, everywhere,every time. But for us, it's a little different. I don't want to say it's more miraculous,...It is though.

I’ve always sort of preferred people who are not entirely likable.