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.”

I still maintain that Rabelais' last words were “I go to seek a Great Perhaps,”

Y'all smoke to enjoy it. I smoke to die."

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.

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.

Why don't we break up?

Jesus, I'm not going to be one of those people who sits around talking about what they're gonna do. I'm just going to do it. Imagining the future is a kind of nostalgia.

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.

"You never get me. That's the whole point."

People, I thought, wanted security. They couldn't bear the idea of death being a big black nothing, couldn't bear the