Top 500 Casey McQuiston Quotes (2024 Update)
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251. “She’s going to have to say this out loud, isn’t she? Bella Swan, eat your horny little Mormon heart out.”

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252. “You want to take what you were given and leave the world better than you found it. So do I. We can – we can figure out a way to do that together.”

— Casey McQuiston

253. “I don’t know, man. I was in my junior year of high school, and I touched a boob. It wasn’t very profound. Nobody’s gonna write an Off-Broadway play about it.”

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254. “It’s incredible and baffling, the way Henry’s confidence comes in waves like this, how he struggles so much to get through the asking for what he wants and then readily takes it the moment he’s given permission, like at the bar, how the right push had him dancing and shouting as if he’d been waiting for someone to tell him he was allowed to do it.”

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255. “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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256. “Hi, love,” he hears Henry say quietly, privately, right into the hair above his ear, and Alex’s breath forgets how to do anything but laugh helplessly.”

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257. “Henry looks Philip square in the face and says, “I’ve been gay as a maypole since the day I came out of Mum, Philip.”

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258. “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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259. “God, Shall I compare thee to an icebox pie? Couldn’t be gayer if she tried.”

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260. “August es un momento, un lugar y una persona.”

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

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

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264. “Anderson Cooper, you handsome bastard.”

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

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

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

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270. “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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271. “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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272. “Saved by God first and her God complex second.”

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

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274. “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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275. “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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276. “The most flagrant of evidence can be discredited and dismissed.”

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277. “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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278. “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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279. “Te quiero. El verano no acaba nunca.”

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280. “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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281. “You were the only one it could be.”

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282. “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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283. “It was never a crush, if she’s being honest, not since she started planning her mornings around a girl she didn’t even know.”

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284. “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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285. “It doesn’t feel like a Friday that should change everything. It’s the same as every Friday.”

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286. “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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287. “Shara wirft Dinge nicht weg, weil sie ihr nichts bedeuten. Sie wirft sie weg, weil sie zu viel bedeuten.”

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288. “Alex lies awake that night, drunk on Shiner and way too many campfire marshmallows, and he stares at whorls in the wood panels of the top bunk and thinks about coming of age out here. He remembers when he was a kid, freckly and unafraid, when the world seemed like it was blissfully endless but everything still made perfect sense. He used to leave his clothes in a pile on the pier and dive headfirst into the lake. Everything was in its right place.”

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

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290. “I don’t think I’m allowed back on Long Island after I dropped that jar of spiders on the LIRR,” Niko says.”

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

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292. “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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293. “Your pants are in the window by the TV,” says a voice, much too clear and much too loud for the hangover bog. August looks up, and there’s Lucie, glitter lingering around her eyes, glowering into the cabinets. “You said, ‘They need to get some air.”

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294. “Jane tilts her head to look at her. She’s got this ability to move between pretty and handsome from moment to moment, a subtle difference in the way she holds her chin or the set of her mouth. Right now, she’s the prettiest girl August has ever seen.”

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295. “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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296. “If I seem confident, it’s because I have to. You, of all people, know what I mean.”

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297. “Wes whips around, and there is Isaiah, makeup done, wearing a vibrant fuschia scarf around his head and laughing with a couple in matching Pilgrim costumes. He glances over, and August knows the second his eyes lock on Wes’s, because it’s the second Wes starts trying to climb under the table. “Absolutely not, bruh,” Myla says, throwing a kick. “Stand and face love.”

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

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299. “One. The Gun File. A detailed index of every kind of insane gun Americans can own and state-by-State regulations, which he has to comb through for research on a new set of federal assault rifle policies. It’s got a giant smudge of pizza sauce on it because it makes him stress eat.”

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300. “On a chain around his neck, always hidden from view, he’s worn the key to that house since the day he left for DC.”

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