Top 500 Casey McQuiston Quotes (2026 Update)
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301. “Maybe it’s that she’s starting to feel like an extra in an extremely low-budget Love Actually, surrounded by people loving and being loved in all their messy, unpredictable ways, and she doesn’t trust or understand it.”

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302. “It’s easy to know who you are when you chose once and never changed your mind.”

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303. “Her whole life, the gnaw of anxiety has made people opaque to her. No matter how well she knows someone, no matter the logical patterns, no matter how many allowances she knows someone might make for her – that bone-deep fear of rejection has always made it impossible for her to see any of it. It frosts over the glass. She never had anyone to begin with, so she let it be unsurprising that nobody would want to have her around.”

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304. “No booty calls,′ Alex tells him, and Henry chokes on a laugh.”

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305. “She throws herself down the subway stairs, races to the platform, and there, somehow in perfect alignment with the universe, is the Q waiting for her with doors open. She lunges onto the train as they slide shut. Momentum carries her across the aisle, and she smacks into the opposite side of the car, startling a drunk couple so much, they nearly drop their takeout. To her right, a voice says, “Hell of an entrance, Coffee Girl.”

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306. “I majored in nouns.”

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307. “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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308. “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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309. “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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310. “He used to sit in front of the living room TV and color each state in with red and blue magic markers as the night went on, allowed to stay up hours past his bedtime for one blessed night at age ten to watch Obama beat McCain.”

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311. “What?” she says. “I want to be prepared for my first-ever royal wedding.” “You went to prom, didn’t you?” Alex says. “Just picture that, only in hell, and you have to be really nice about it.”

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312. “Two homes side by side.”

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313. “So, I convinced myself that, because the statistical likelihood of something happening in real life exactly the way I imagined it was so low, if I imagined the worst possible things in vivid detail, I could mathematically reduce the odds of them happening. I convinced myself that my brain had power over the probability projections of the universe. I’d lie awake at night thinking about all the worst stuff that could happen like it was my job, and I don’t know if I ever really broke the habit.”

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314. “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.”

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315. “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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316. “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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317. “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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318. “There’s no point to it, loving a girl who can’t touch the ground.”

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319. “But it’s too late. She could live another fifty years, love and leave a hundred cities, press her fingertips into a thousand turnstiles and plane tickets, and Jane would still be there at the bottom of her heart.”

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320. “Oh my God,” Chloe says out loud. Her brain is overheating, probably. “I’m in love with a monster turducken.”

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321. “He’s in stupid, unbearable love, and Henry loves him too, and at least for one night it matters, even if they both have to pretend to forget in the morning.”

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322. “And there Henry is, in the flesh, as classically handsome as ever in his tailored three-piece suit, all tousled sandy hair and high cheekbones and a soft, friendly mouth. He holds himself with innately impeccable posture, as if he emerged fully formed and upright out of some.”

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

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324. “So, if she’s the only one in the class of ’22 who’s really out for now, if her existence can provide cover for half her graduating class to stand up for something without saying things about themselves they can’t yet say, that’s enough. That’s plenty.”

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325. “She goes through the cards again and again, reading over Shara’s handwriting, which she’s come to know with a kind of intimacy that makes her want to lie down in the ditch behind her house and forget she even knew there were girls like Shara Wheeler.”

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

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327. “My family, made up of the children of immigrants, of people who love in defiance of expectations or condemnation, of women determined never to back down from what’s right, a braid of histories that stands for the future of America.”

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328. “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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329. “It’s like I never learned how to just be where I am.”

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330. “Stop thinking.” “Yes. Gladly.”

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331. “Any number of lies can be manufactured and disseminated.”

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332. “Ferris Bueller.”

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

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334. “Alex, Had to go early for a family matter. Left with the PPOs. Didn’t want to wake you. Thank you for everything. X It’s the last message Henry sends him.”

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335. “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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336. “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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337. “You’re not the bloke from Seinfeld. You’re Jeff Goldblum.”

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

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339. “Aw, little buddy,” Nora says. She reaches over and pats his hand. “It’s cute how you think everything is about you.” “It should be, honestly.” “That’s the spirit.”

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340. “I’d like to be just like Princess Leia when I’m older because she’s so tough and smart and strong, and she gets to kiss Han Solo.”

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341. “I do think I got a gut feeling with you, I just didn’t have what I needed in my head to understand it. But I kind of kept chasing it anyway, like I was going blindly in a certain direction and hoping for the best.”

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342. “Sometimes, when I walk into a church, I’m not sure I’m supposed to be there, even though it feels like home. Home hasn’t always been a good place for me to be.”

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343. “God Save the Queen.”

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344. “His Royal Highness Prince Henry wonders if you would do him the honor of accompanying him for a dance.”

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345. “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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346. “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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347. “I miss figuring out scams with my friends, having a beer, going to the movies. Dumb, small life things.”

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348. “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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349. “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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350. “Are you psychoanalyzing me?” Henry asks. “I don’t think royal guests are allowed to do that.”

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