Top 500 Casey McQuiston Quotes (2024 Update)
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251. “She feels like spine of a book about to crack and spill out all the love story guts.”

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252. “Everything was put in a specific place for a reason. Everything has a meaning, an intention.”

— Casey McQuiston

253. “Anderson Cooper, you handsome bastard.”

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254. “I know how it goes! We all age out of our parents’ insurance, and all of a sudden your friends stop having time to hang out because they have a person and that’s their best friend now, and they have a kid, and they move to the suburbs and you never see them again because you’re a lonely old spinster-.”

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255. “Fearsome and flirty and full of bad jokes, an incorrigible sweet tooth and a steel-toe boot as a last resort.”

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

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257. “Saved by God first and her God complex second.”

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258. “Sometimes I feel like a funny-looking rock in the middle of the most beautiful clear ocean when I read the kinds of things you write to me. You love so much bigger than yourself, bigger than everything. I can’t believe how lucky I am to even witness it – to be the one who gets to have it, and so much of it, is beyond luck and feels like fate. Catholic God made me to be the person you write those things about. I’ll say five Hail Marys. Muchas gracias, Santa Maria.”

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259. “Henry’s smiling so wide and bright that Alex thinks his heart’s going to break trying to hold the size of this entire moment, the completeness of it, a thousand years of history swelling inside his rib cage.”

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260. “What I want is... I want to fall in love. I want to have a big, dramatic, ridiculous love story, like a period piece, and my love interest is played by Saoirse Ronan and I get to wear a fancy corset. I want to write books about the way that feels. And I don’t know if I’ll ever have any of that here, but I know what I’ll lose if I leave.”

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261. “Tell me you still have posters up. Let me guess: Han Solo, Barack Obama, and... Ruth Bader Ginsburg.”

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262. “If looking at Jane feels like flowers opening, being kissed by her feels heavier, the weight of a body that’ll be gone by morning settling into bed beside her. It reminds her of being homesick for months and tasting something familiar and realizing it’s even better than you remember, because it comes with the sweet gut punch of knowing and being known. It melts in her mouth like ice cream at the corner store when she was eight. It aches like a brick to the shin.”

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263. “Ugh! Men!” she groans. “No emotional vocabulary. I can’t believe our ancestors survived centuries of wars and plagues and genocide just to wind up with your sorry ass.”

— Casey McQuiston

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

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265. “Remus John Lupin is gay as the day is long.”

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266. “We’ve kissed, like, three times, but he has that thing where he’s terrified of being loved and refuses to believe he deserves it. It’s so tedious.’ She sees the look on August’s face and laughs. ‘I’m joking. I mean, that is his deal. But I’ve never found that boy tedious.”

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267. “Royal weddings are trash, the princes who have royal weddings are trash, the imperialism that allows princes to exist at all is trash. It’s trash turtles all the way down.”

— Casey McQuiston

268. “The most flagrant of evidence can be discredited and dismissed.”

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269. “When he sinks into thoughts of Henry’s hands, square knuckles and elegant fingers, he wonders how he never realized it before.”

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270. “Te quiero. El verano no acaba nunca.”

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271. “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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272. “So I can offer all of me. In whatever way you’ll have. And I can offer you the chance of a life if you can wait, I want you to help me try.”

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273. “You have so much in you, it’s almost impossible to match it. But he’s your match, dumbass.”

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274. “I’ll take you apart with my teeth, sweetheart.”

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275. “But the thing is, jumping off cliffs is kinda my thing. That’s the choice. I love him, with all that, because of all that. On purpose. I love him on purpose.”

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276. “The rats are almost definitely unionizing.”

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277. “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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278. “Love is like a fairy tale, it would come sweeping into your life on the back of a dragon one day.”

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279. “Who is giving you hickeys, and why have you not gotten them to sign an NDA?”

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280. “He’s like a cardboard cutout of a person.”

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281. “A three-line email, an excerpt dug up from an archived letter. Hamilton to Laurens, You should not have taken advantage of my sensibility to steal into my affections without my consent, and not knowing if Henry felt a pang when he read it, if he opened it at all.”

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282. “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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283. “Oh my God. I’m so mad I missed that. Did you average the results at the end? Who won?” “Chloe, we’re gay. We can’t do math.” “Okay, well, next time I’ll come and make a spreadsheet.”

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284. “But he thinks about Henry, and, oh. He thinks about Henry, and something twists in his chest, like a stretch he’s been avoiding for too long.”

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285. “Listen, they look best on my ass. The J. Crew ones wrinkle all weird. And they’re not khakis, they’re chinos. Khakis are for white people.”

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286. “There’s no point to it, loving a girl who can’t touch the ground.”

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287. “They clink together gently as he tucks them both under his shirt, two homes side by side.”

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288. “Alex ducks out of an aggressive come-on by a girl from the new Spider-Man movies.”

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289. “With me it is quite stark: I miss you even more than I could have believed; and I was prepared to miss you a good deal.”

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290. “I honestly have never felt like I deserved to choose. But you treat me like I do.”

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291. “Alex feels like somebody has probably warned him about private email servers before, but he’s a little fuzzy on the details. It’s doesn’t feel important.”

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292. “So it goes, and Henry is there, in his head and his lecture notes and his cubicle, every single stupid day, no matter how many shots of espresso he puts in his coffee.”

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293. “That was the moment he decided he wasn’t going to allow himself nerves ever again. Not as Alex Claremont-Diaz, First Son of the United States, and not as Alex Claremont-Diaz, rising political star.”

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294. “What it would be like to have someone bite down a smile when they point and say, “Yeah, her. She’s mine” To live alongside someone, to kiss and be kissed, to be wanted.”

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295. “Tu madre ha sido, sin la menor duda, el amor de mi vida. Jamas amare a nadie como la he amado a ella. Era una pasion devoradora. Un amor asi es muy raro de encontrar. A veces, uno se lanza, abrigando la esperanza de no encontrarse con un precipicio al otro lado.”

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296. “She hands over Chloe’s usual Starbucks order: iced matcha latte with two pumps of brown sugar syrup and one pump of vanilla.”

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297. “Look, I was gay in the ’70s. I can handle an emergency.”

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298. “Two homes side by side.”

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299. “The next slide is titled: ‘Exploring your sexuality: Healthy, but does it have to be with the Prince of England?’ She apologizes for not having time to come up with better titles. Alex actively wishes for the sweet release of death.”

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300. “Oh, like, I thought we were already there with you being bi and everything. Sorry, are we not? Did I skip ahead again? My bad. Hello, would you like to come out to me? I’m listening.”

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