John Green Quotes

I try to make everyone's day a little more surreal.

If I had a world of my own, everything would be nonsense.

I feel like Alice falling into Wonderland. A line came to him: It would be so nice if something made sense for a change.

You look pale, Sansa," Cersei observed. "Is your red flower still blooming?" "Yes" "How apt. The men will bleed out there, and you in here.

Tampons. I’m constantly worrying about my stash and if I’ll be able to find more.

It was like falling down an elevator shaft and landing in a pool full of mermaids.

When you think about a walking tree, laughter is the response.

All the dreamers in all the world are dizzy in the noodle.

Every day is bizarre.

The work which is manipulated looks a little boring to me. I think life is pretty strange anyway. It is wooo, wooo, wooo!

I think life would be so much funnier if every day you saw someone walking down the street getting hit in the head by a monkey, don't you?

I like wee arguments, I've never been into jokes. I'm more into strange things and madness and things escalating and things not really making sense.

We'd love to create feminine hygiene products.

The use of sanitary pads and the dos and don'ts should be discussed with openness so as to make a hygienic and healthy life for the women.

The first 'Interdimensional Cable' episode is amazing because it's filled with such absolute drunken nonsense.

Life is funny and weird.

That's it. Curtains. Off to the races. Treetops. Seashells and balloons.

They think I'm silly. I do silly things. I fall down and run into things. I talk to inanimate objects. I'll hold a pickup stick to my ear and say, "What? What's that? I can't hear you

I looked over and Jim Morrison was dancing the jitterbug with my grandmother on the coffee table.

I feel like I swallowed a Magritte. Like on the inside, I'm made of clouds and floating eyes, green apples, and slowly rising men in bowler hats.

You'll start talking, and pretty soon we'll all start nodding, and then the next thing you know, I'm hang gliding off the Eiffel Tower at night, being chased by ninja vampires

I never cared so much about making perfect sense. I wanted to make perfect nonsense.

I have periods now, like normal girls; I too am among the knowing, I too can sit out volleyball games and go to the nurse's for aspirin and waddle along the halls with a pad like a flattened rabbit tail wadded between my legs, sopping with liver-colored blood.

The trouble with fiction," said John Rivers, "is that it makes too much sense. Reality never makes sense.

I like that feeling of discombobulation that comes in creating an absurd world that doesn't make sense.