Top 500 Casey McQuiston Quotes (2025 Update)
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251. “Anderson Cooper, you handsome bastard.”

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252. “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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253. “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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254. “She’s not an idea anymore – she’s Jane, hardheaded Jane, runaway Jane, smart-mouthed Jane, bruise-knuckled, soft-hearted agitator Jane. The girl stuck on the line with August’s heart in the pocket of her ratty jeans.”

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255. “I saw myself in the rearview mirror of a person I’ve loved since I was thirteen, and I felt endless. Like, Holy Spirit endless. Maybe that’s what it means to feel like myself.”

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256. “She moves like art. She finds every piece holding August together and works it loose until she feels like she’s spilling out of herself. August’s at sea, she’s clay in the hands of someone who knows how to make a life out of nothing, she’s a girl underneath a girl in a bed they both almost died to get to.”

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257. “As your mother, I can appreciate that maybe this isn’t your fault, but as the president, all I want is to have the CIA fake your death and ride the dead-kid sympathy into a second term.”

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

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260. “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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261. “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.”

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

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263. “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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264. “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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265. “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.”

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

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267. “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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268. “Te quiero. El verano no acaba nunca.”

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

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270. “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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271. “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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272. “You have so much in you, it’s almost impossible to match it. But he’s your match, dumbass.”

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

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274. “You engross my thoughts too intirely to allow me to think of any thing else – you not only employ my mind all day; but you intrude upon my sleep. I meet you in every dream – and when I wake I cannot close my eyes again for ruminating on your sweetness.”

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275. “Please do keep me in your – what is it American politicians say? – thoughts and prayers.”

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

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

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278. “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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279. “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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280. “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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281. “The rats are almost definitely unionizing.”

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282. “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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283. “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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284. “There’s no point to it, loving a girl who can’t touch the ground.”

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

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286. “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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287. “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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288. “He’s too perfect. Alex wants to poke it.”

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289. “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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290. “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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291. “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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292. “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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293. “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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294. “You’re not the bloke from Seinfeld. You’re Jeff Goldblum.”

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295. “Este beso es tan firme y tan enorme como el suelo que tiene bajo los pies, abarca todos los rincones de su ser, es muy capaz de dejarlo sin una gota de aire en los pulmones.”

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

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

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299. “I’d rather be waterboarded,” Henry says, smiling back. The camera snaps nearby. His eyes are big and soft and blue, and he desperately needs to be punched in one of them. “Your country could probably arrange that.”

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300. “There’s this feeling August has had everywhere she’s ever lived, like she’s not really there. Like it’s all happening in a dream. She walks down the street, and it’s like she’s floating a few inches off the pavement, never rooted down.”

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