Top 500 Casey McQuiston Quotes (2026 Update)
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451. “This is the city where she got her heart broken. Nothing anchors a person to a place quite like that.”

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452. “Henry who’s seen him in glasses and tolerates him at his most annoying and still kissed him like he wanted him, singularly, not the idea of him.”

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453. “He tells Alex about growing up... How he realized by the time he was four that every person in the country knew his name, and how he told his mother he didn’t know if he wanted them to.”

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454. “An idea can’t want you back. And I’m starting to think that was kind of the whole point.”

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455. “By the way, in this relationship, I am absolutely the Han and you are absolutely the Leia. Don’t try to argue because you’ll be wrong.”

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456. “Like countless others, I was afraid to say this out loud because of what the consequences might be. To you, specifically, I say: I see you. I am one of you. I am and I am bisexual. History will remember us.”

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457. “Doing the right things most of the time and most things for the right reasons.”

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458. “Look. I don’t know. I don’t even exactly know, like, how being a legislator would work if I’m with a prince of another country. So, you know. There’s stuff to figure out. But way worse people with way bigger problems than me get elected all the time.”

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459. “Are you angling for a revolutionary soldier role-play scenario? I must inform you, any trace of King George III blood I have would curdle one my very veins and render me useless to you.”

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460. “It’s the fuckin’ subway, not the fuckin’ Notebook.”

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461. “You mean to tell me,” Alex half shouts, jogging to keep up, “every Thanksgiving, those stupid turkeys have been staying in a luxury suite at the Willard on the taxpayers’ dime?”

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462. “I thought he was your friend,” Rory says. “Dixon is a guy I hang out with,” Smith tells him. “That’s not the same thing.”

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463. “Living with Kit was like living in a pixie nest. Every night, I’d find my phone charger relocated to my nightstand and my water bottle beside it, refilled at the precise temperature I liked. Dates circled themselves on the calendar. Fresh flowers appeared whenever the old ones wilted. And no matter how carelessly I unloaded the dishwasher, when I checked the back of the utensil drawer, the measuring spoons were always there.”

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464. “Hang on,′ Alex says. ‘Are we. Um. Are we asking the same thing?”

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465. “Get a clarifying shampoo and suck it up, Kylo Ren.”

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466. “Well, I did go to uni. It just wasn’t necessarily the reading that did it.”

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467. “It lasts only a minute or two, but it feels like a year lost in Jane’s hair and Jane’s lips and Jane’s past, Jane’s hands fisting in her curls, Jane’s thigh warm and steady under her, Jane for hours, Jane for days. It pulls like an undertow, and the case is up on the surface, and August is trying to stay there too.”

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468. “Shara doesn’t throw things away because they mean nothing to her. She throws things away because they mean too much.”

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469. “She says you’re lovely, but she doesn’t settle for second place.”

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470. “He has a bit of a caring-too-much problem about most things, including whether people can pay their medical bills, or marry whomever they love, or not get shot at school.”

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471. “But I only stayed long enough to take the good, and I always left when the bad got bad.”

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472. “Of course. Of course Shara gave her this instead of an explanation. Of course Shara cast herself as the main character of her own personal John Green novel.”

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473. “What, did you think I was Sloane?” Henry says, pushing the panel open a crack and yanking Alex into a wide, dark plaza.”

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474. “He switches off the lamp, and when he turns toward their room, August sees the soft melt of his smile, the gentle crease at one side of his mouth, a secret thing. They’ll sleep separately tonight, and somehow this hurts her heart more, the easy tether between them that doesn’t need a constant touch. The assurance that the other person is right there in your orbit, always, waiting to be tugged back in. Niko and Myla could be on opposite sides of an ocean and they’d breathe in sync.”

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475. “He also thought about prying up the staples with his fingers and taking the picture out and keeping it in his room, but he never did. His fingernails were too stubby; they weren’t made for it like June’s, like a girl’s.”

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476. “Mr. Truman has never said he’s gay, he is a single fortysomething choir director with an extensive collection of slouchy sweaters. Some of the sweaters even have elbow patches. Like, come on.”

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477. “There’s something so admirable about his directness. I like you. Stay in my life. It’s perfectly simple, when he says it like that.”

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478. “Just because you can’t run doesn’t mean you can make me do it for you.”

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479. “She listens to the bass lines spilling over one another, and it starts to make sense. The music, and why it might mean so much to someone.”

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480. “I mean, I can’t just jump into the twenty-first century without knowing how the wifey works – ” “Wi-Fi.”

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481. “She sounds like she’s vision-boarding his funeral.”

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482. “The hottest girl August has ever seen just took one look at her and said, “Yikes.”

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483. “See, this means I can’t possibly be into guys.”

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484. “Henry to download Snapchat.”

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485. “Sometimes you have to feel it because it deserves to be felt.”

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486. “She barely has time to finish before Anderson Cooper is back onscreen with breaking news. Alex wonders briefly what it’s going to be like to have future Anderson Cooper stress hallucinations.”

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487. “He’s absolutely sure that guys who kissed the Prince of England and liked it don’t get elected to represent Texas.”

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488. “Back in their apartment, Wes leads her to the door to his bedroom and says, “If you tell Niko or Myla I let you in here, I will deny it, and I will wait months until you’re no longer expecting my retribution and give all your stuff to that guy on the second floor whose apartment smells like onions.”

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489. “What? Pick the lock?” Wes says. “What kind of feral child are you? Are you Jessica Jones?”

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490. “Yes,” she says, and for good measure adds, “sir.” Ew. Hated that.”

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491. “I can’t believe our ancestors survived centuries of wars and plagues and genocide just to wind up with your sorry ass.”

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492. “To me, Theo is the eternal foreground. I put them at the center of every room. It’s gratifying when the room agrees.”

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493. “How does she explain that she used to be afraid to love anyone because there’s a well at the center of her chest and she doesn’t know where the bottom is?”

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494. “You were the only one it could be.”

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495. “The president is sitting down with as many member of the Office of Communications as we could drag out of bed at three in the morning,” Zahra tells him, ignoring his question. The phone is buzzing none stop in her hand. “It’s about to be gay DEFCON five in this administration. For god’s sake, put some clothes on.”

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496. “Why do you even have staff?” Alex says. “Nobody has ever tried to stop me from walking straight in here.”

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497. “Part of being a Brooklyn institution, August has learned, is collecting all the New York strangeness at the end of the night like a pool filter full of june bugs.”

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498. “It’s freezing and Alex is only wearing his suit jacket, but his chest feels warmed from the inside with liquor and something heady his brain keeps stumbling over, trying to name.”

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499. “Re: telling Philip, sounds like a great plan. If all else fails, just do what I did and act like a huge jackass until most of your family figures it out on their own.”

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500. “Out here the sun hangs as wonderfully fat in the sky as it did in Florence, but it doesn’t scorch. It soaks into the hills like oil into thick, well-risen bread, and we spread ourselves across them like happy little figs.”

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