- Isaac: Augustus Waters was a self-aggrandizing bastard. But we forgive him. We forgive him not because he had a heart as figuratively good as his literal one sucked, or because he knew more about how to hold a cigarette than any nonsmoker in history, or because he got eighteen years when he should've gotten more.
- Augustus Waters: Seventeen.
- Isaac: I'm assuming you've got some time, you interupting bastard.
- Isaac: I'm telling you, Augustus Waters talked so much that he'd interupt you at his own funeral. And he was pretentious: Sweet Jesus Christ, that kid never took a piss without pondering the abundant metaphorical resonances of human waste production. And he was vain: I do not believe I have ever met a more physically attractive person who was more acutely aware of his own physical attractiveness.
- Issac: But I will say this: When the scientists of the future show up at my house with robot eyes and they tell me to try them on, I will tell the scientists to screw off, because I do not want to see a world without him.
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I believe the universe wants to be noticed. I think the universe is improbably biased toward consciousness, that it rewards intelligence in part because the universe enjoys its elegance being observed. And who am I, living in the middle of history, to tell the universe that it - or my observation of it - is temporary?
John Green
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But i will say this: When the scientists of the future show up at my house with robot eyes and they tell me to try them on, I will tell the scientists to screw off, because i do not want to see a world without him.
John Green
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- Hazel: Touch the cave wall
- Computer: You touch the wall. It is moist
- Isaac: Lick the cave wall
- Computer: I do not understand. Repeat?
- Hazel: Hump the moist cave wall
- Computer: You attempt to jump. You hit your head.
- Isaac: Not jump, HUMP.
- Computer: I don't understand
- Isaac: Dude, I've been alone in the dark in this cave for weeks and I need some relief. HUMP THE CAVE WALL
- Computer: You attempt to ju-
- Hazel: Thrust pelvis against the cave wall
- Computer: I do not-
- Isaac: Make sweet love to the cave
Almost everyone is obsessed with leaving a mark upon the world. Bequeathing a legacy. Outlasting death. We all want to be remembered. I do, too. That’s what bothers me most, is being another unremembered casualty in the ancient and inglorious war against disease.
John Green
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Why does this guy come in at 7:30 every morning, cry for four hours and then leave?
John Green describing what the baristas at Starbucks where he wrote The Fault in Our Stars must have thought of him. January 30, 2012 at Third Place Books.
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The pleasure of remembering had been taken from me, because there was no longer anyone to remember with. It felt like losing your co-rememberer meant losing the memory itself, as if the things we’d done were less real and important than they had been hours before.
John Green
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The weird thing about houses is that they almost always look like nothing is happening inside of them, even though they contain most of our lives.
The Fault in Our Stars, John Green
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