Top 500 Casey McQuiston Quotes (2024 Update)
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151. “You are a delinquent and a plague. Please come.”

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152. “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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153. “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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154. “When you rang me at truly shocking hours of the night, I loved you. When you kissed me in disgusting public toilets and pouted in hotel bars and made me happy in ways in which it had never even occurred to me that a mangled-up, locked-up person like me could be happy, I loved you.”

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

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156. “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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157. “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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158. “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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159. “Sorry. Er. I was just. Cornettos.”

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160. “The class is Ethical Issues in International Relations. He really has got to stop taking classes so painfully relevant to his life.”

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161. “Whatever, fine. Henry is annoyingly attractive. That’s always been a thing, objectively. It’s fine.”

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162. “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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163. “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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164. “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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165. “Mi vida entera ha sido una lucha. De modo que he luchado.”

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

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168. “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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169. “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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170. “You’re thirty-nine.” “My liver is ninety-three.”

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171. “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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172. “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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173. “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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174. “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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175. “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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176. “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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177. “Wait,” she says, reaching for his phone again, “are you watching videos of Justin Trudeau speaking French again?”

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178. “Never tell me the odds.”

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

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

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181. “Alex wants to rip it off.”

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

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183. “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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184. “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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185. “Her girl. She came back.”

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

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187. “A whole lifetime of fine.”

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

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190. “Go confidently in the direction of your dreams,′ Thoreau had said. ‘Live the life you’ve imagined.”

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191. “A veces saltas y esperas que no sea un precipicio.”

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192. “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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193. “Coffee girl, don’t break my heart″ jane says.”

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194. “Love is indomitable.”

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

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196. “The older she’s gotten, the more she prefers thinking of love as a hobby for other people, like rock climbing or knitting. Fine, enviable even, but she doesn’t feel like investing in the equipment.”

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197. “A curious thing about grief is the way it takes your entire life, all those foundational years that made you who you are, and makes them so painful to look back upon because of the absence there, that suddenly they’re inaccessible. You must invent an entirely new system.”

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198. “I feel like there are two different sides of me, like I could be anyone and touch anyone and love like that kind of Holy Ghost love – everywhere and everyone. Most of my friends act like they know exactly who and what they are, like there’s only one answer, but to me, that feels like putting a beginning and end on something that’s not supposed to have either.”

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199. “How am I supposed to do that? He has the personality of a cabbage.”

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

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