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“I’m in love with you, and I’m not in the business of denying myself the simple pleasure of saying true things. I’m in love with you, and I know that love is just a shout into the void, and that oblivion is inevitable, and that we’re all doomed and that there will come a day when all our labor has been returned to dust, and I know the sun will swallow the only earth we’ll ever have, and I am in love with you.”

Quote by John Green

Work

The Fault in Our Stars

This novel delves into the profound relationship between two teenagers, Hazel and Gus, who share a rare cancer diagnosis. Their journey is marked by humor, heartache, and the search for meaning in a world that often seems unfair. more

Author

John Green
John Green

John Green is an American author known for his young adult literature. His works often explore themes such as adolescence, love, family, and identity, and have gained popularity among young readers. Green's books have won numerous literary awards and have become bestsellers. more

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