Top 500 Casey McQuiston Quotes (2025 Update)
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151. “That kind of love is rare, even if it was a complete disaster.” He sucks his teeth, considering. “Sometimes you just jump and hope it’s not a cliff.”

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152. “Alex makes a mental note to figure out which shadowy gay noble taught Henry all this and send the man a fruit basket.”

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153. “Maybe there’s more than one dream for you, or more than one way to get there.”

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154. “Like what do hot guys with long dark hair even have to be that upset about? Get a clarifying shampoo and suck it up, Kylo Ren. So your rich parents sent you to magic camp and you didn’t make any friends. Big deal.”

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155. “It’s unpredictable and it’s intoxicating and it’s fun, because Alex has never met a challenge he didn’t love, and he – well, Henry is a challenge, head to toe, beginning to end.”

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156. “My whole life has been about fighting. I fought.”

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157. “Yeah, there’s a lot about this place that sucks, but it’s where I’m from. And honestly, sometimes I’m sick of you acting like you’re so much better than it, like your family’s not from here too.”

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158. “Hey, Coffee Girl.” “Hey, Subway Girl.”

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159. “Sometimes. But, you know, that feeling? When you wake up in the morning and you have somebody to think about? Somewhere for hope to go? It’s good. Even when it’s bad, it’s good.” And August – well, August finds herself without a single damn thing to say to that.”

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160. “It’s the first time Alex has seen Henry in person since the weekend in London and the hundreds of texts and weird in-jokes and late-night phone calls that came after, and it almost feels like meeting a new person. He knows more about Henry, understands him better, and he can appreciate the rarity of a genuine smile on the same famously beautiful face.”

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161. “Why is it so bad to want to feel special, or loved, or accpeted?”

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162. “You are a delinquent and a plague. Please come.”

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163. “Awesome, fuckin’ love doing things out of spite.”

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164. “It’s about to be gay DEFCON five in this administration. For God’s sake, put some clothes on.”

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165. “The search tells him Pyramus and Thisbe were lovers in a Greek myth, children of rival families, forbidden to be together. Their only way to speak to each other was through a thin crack in the wall built between them.”

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166. “Henry permite que Alex le haga el amor con precision y paciencia, y pronuncia tantas veces el nombre de Dios entre gemidos que la habitacion entera adquiere un aire de estancia consagrada.”

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167. “She ran away because she didn’t think she could make her family happy and she never went back because she thought she did them a favor. She kept running because she never quite learned what home was supposed to feel like.”

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168. “Anderson Cooper’s face looms on the screen like a disgustingly handsome Hunger Games cannon, announcing they’re ready to call Florida.”

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169. “Sorry. Er. I was just. Cornettos.”

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170. “It’s like I died... I died, except I have to feel it. And on top of that, I have to feel everything else I’ve ever felt all over again. I have to get the bad news again every day, I have to deal with the choices I made, and I can’t fix it. I can’t even run from it. It’s miserable, August.”

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171. “Please do smack me if this is out of line, but you are the most exquisite woman I have ever seen in my life, and I would like to procure for you the most lavish drink in this establishment if you will let me.”

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172. “He’s not, he thinks, upset people know. He’s always been pretty unapologetic when it came to things like who he dates and what he’s into, although those were never anything like this. Still, the cocky shithead part of him is slightly pleased to finally have a claim on Henry. Yep, the prince? Most eligible bachelor in the world? British accent, face like a Greek god, legs for days? Mine.”

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173. “Mi vida entera ha sido una lucha. De modo que he luchado.”

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174. “She feels like spine of a book about to crack and spill out all the love story guts.”

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175. “I did get both the gay kings,” Henry points our. ‘There’s a prophecy for you.”

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176. “If Henry’s voice on the phone was a tether, his body is the gravity that makes it possible, his hand gripping the back of Alex’s neck a magnetic force, a permanent compass north.”

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177. “Jesus Christ, it’s like they can see into your soul. Cornbread knows my sins, Henry. Cornbread knows what I have done, and he is here to make me atone.”

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178. “How many times do I have to tell y’all not to discuss your murder plots in front of a sitting president?” their mother interrupts. “Plausible deniability. Come on.”

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179. “The andante- the third movement- is his favorite, he explains, because he read once that it was written to evoke the image of a castle in ruins, which he found darkly funny at the time.”

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180. “No se cultiva un amor imperecedero por ‘La guerra de las galaxias’ si no se sabe que un “imperio” no es algo bueno.”

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181. “He stood in front of the Privy Council and said ‘Christ had John, and I have George’.”

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182. “You’re thirty-nine.” “My liver is ninety-three.”

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183. “Henry touches his hand, gently, two fingertips against his palm. “Five minutes for the rest of our lives,” he says, laughing a grim little laugh. Alex reaches for him in return, presses one thumb into the hollow of his collarbone, slipping right under the knot of his tie.”

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184. “Maybe they had the right idea, as far as secrecy goes. The loudest Christians I’ve ever met were the worst ones. I don’t believe doing something in front of everybody makes it more meaningful, anyway. If anything, it makes it stop belonging to you.”

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185. “You only just noticed she has one outfit?” “I don’t know! It’s ripped jeans and a leather jacket! Every lesbian I’ve ever met has that outfit!”

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186. “No, what I’m gonna do is silently compile and process enough data to know exactly what’s gonna happen for the next twenty-five years. Then I’m gonna buy a house on the top of a very tall hill at the edge of the city and become an eccentric recluse and sit on my veranda. Watch it all unfold through a pair of binoculars.”

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187. “You can try, she guesses. You can tear yourself apart and rebuild from stratch, bring yourself to every corner of the map, sew a new self from the scraps of a thousand other people and places. You can try to escape to fill a different shape. But at the end of the day, there’s a place at the foot of the bed where your shoes hit the floor, and it’s the same. It’s always the same.”

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188. “Wait,” she says, reaching for his phone again, “are you watching videos of Justin Trudeau speaking French again?”

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189. “Alex wants to rip it off.”

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190. “A veces, uno se lanza, abrigando la esperanza de no encontrarse con un precipicio al otro lado.”

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191. “Henry’s retort comes two days later by way of a screenshot of a Daily Mail tweet that reads, Is Alex Clarmount-Diaz going to be a father? The attached message says, But we were ever so careful, dear...”

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192. “So, what? he asks. You want me to quit politics and go become a princess? That’s not very feminist of you. That’s not how feminism works, she says, rolling her eyes.”

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193. “Never tell me the odds.”

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194. “Who names a dog David? He sounds like a tax attorney.”

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195. “All I want is a nice girlfriend in a cottage where we have philosophical conversations over scones or something.”

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196. “August can feel her face glowing red to match the scarf, like a giant, stammering, bisexual chameleon. An evolutionary mistake.”

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197. “A whole lifetime of fine.”

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198. “I’m conscious this could be rather burdensome to hear, but you remain the thing I have most chosen for myself. The things that’s most exclusively mine. The one that brings me the deepest joy.”

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199. “She can’t believe a tall butch subway angel saw her crying into her coffee tits.”

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200. “Her girl. She came back.”

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