Top 500 Casey McQuiston Quotes (2024 Update)
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301. “And through it all, Alex realizes with a start: He has friends now.”

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302. “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.”

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

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304. “Oh my God. She literally shorted out the train because she was horny... She’s an icon.”

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305. “This crush, she decides, is just not going to work for her.”

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306. “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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307. “Shame is a way of life here. It’s stocked in the vending machines, stuck like gum under the desks, spoken in the morning devotionals. She knows now that there’s a bit of it in her.”

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308. “There was this one weekend, a million summers ago, when I sat on the shore drinking a frozen limeade, and I realized the only thing I wanted to look at was the way the sun hit the girls swimming in the lake. The problem has always been this: When I look at you, I taste lime, and I see light on water.”

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309. “There’s nothing wrong with you. You’re just you.” “I’m not a nice person,” she says. “Chloe,” her mom says, “your mama and I decided long before you were born that we would let you be whoever you are, no matter who that is.” “And if who you are is a snarling little Pomeranian with eyes like fire, then that’s who you are, darling,” her mama adds.”

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310. “And they’re not khakis, they’re chinos. Khakis are for white people.”

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311. “Henry is one talented bastard. A man of many hidden gifts, Alex muses half hysterically. A true prodigy. God save the queen.”

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312. “Just because you can’t run doesn’t mean you can make me do it for you.”

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313. “Her eyes have this way of swallowing up the grimy fluorescent light of the train and transforming it into something new. Right now, when she looks at August: stars. The goddamn Milky Way.”

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314. “She listens to the bass lines spilling over one another, and it starts to make sense. The music, and why it might mean so much to someone.”

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315. “He has a bit of a caring-too-much problem about most things, including whether people can pay their medical bills, or marry whomever they love, or not get shot at school.”

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316. “But I only stayed long enough to take the good, and I always left when the bad got bad.”

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317. “Of course. Of course Shara gave her this instead of an explanation. Of course Shara cast herself as the main character of her own personal John Green novel.”

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318. “And maybe you can make her happy while she’s here. Maybe it’s selfish to keep that from her. Maybe it’s selfish to keep it from you.”

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319. “She lived because she wanted to. There’s nothing she can’t do.”

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320. “What, did you think I was Sloane?” Henry says, pushing the panel open a crack and yanking Alex into a wide, dark plaza.”

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321. “Yep. And for the record, making it was one of the most depressing moments of my career.”

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322. “He switches off the lamp, and when he turns toward their room, August sees the soft melt of his smile, the gentle crease at one side of his mouth, a secret thing. They’ll sleep separately tonight, and somehow this hurts her heart more, the easy tether between them that doesn’t need a constant touch. The assurance that the other person is right there in your orbit, always, waiting to be tugged back in. Niko and Myla could be on opposite sides of an ocean and they’d breathe in sync.”

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323. “He also thought about prying up the staples with his fingers and taking the picture out and keeping it in his room, but he never did. His fingernails were too stubby; they weren’t made for it like June’s, like a girl’s.”

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324. “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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325. “Mr. Truman has never said he’s gay, he is a single fortysomething choir director with an extensive collection of slouchy sweaters. Some of the sweaters even have elbow patches. Like, come on.”

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326. “Henry leans down to meet Alex’s mouth, and Alex is. Well, Alex is so in love he could die.”

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327. “If they’re gonna kill you, get their DNA under your fingernails.”

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328. “He’s too perfect. Alex wants to poke it.”

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329. “Depends if you don’t mind that they’re all about you.”

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330. “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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331. “6TH OF JULY, 2020.”

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332. “Hey, Subway Girl.”

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333. “It hums under the surface-that feeling August felt when she stepped inside Delilah’s, when Miss Ivy calls her by name, when they paraded down to the Q behind Isaiah in his top hat, when the guy at the bodega doesn’t card her, when Jane looks at her like she could be a part of her mental photo album of the city. That feeling that she lives here, like really lives here.”

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334. “That night, as Alex stares into the cold, pitiless eyes of a prehistoric beast of prey, he has a few regrets.”

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335. “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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336. “Sorry I’m not motorboating an encyclopedia from 1927.”

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337. “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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338. “So is that what’s happening now?” Alex says, glaring down at Nora’s napkin bird. “Has he decided to finally shut me up by wooing my sister?” “Aw, little buddy,” Nora says. She reaches over and pats his hand. “It’s cute how you think everything is about you.”

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339. “You’re not the bloke from Seinfeld. You’re Jeff Goldblum.”

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340. “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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341. “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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342. “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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343. “Which is how he ends up in his J. Crew best on a Saturday at the Greenwich Polo Club, wondering what the hell he’s gotten himself into. The woman in front of him is wearing a hat with an entire taxidermied pigeon on it. High school lacrosse did not prepare him for this kind of sporting event.”

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344. “Hang on,′ Alex says. ‘Are we. Um. Are we asking the same thing?”

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345. “Look. I don’t know. I don’t even exactly know, like, how being a legislator would work if I’m with a prince of another country. So, you know. There’s stuff to figure out. But way worse people with way bigger problems than me get elected all the time.”

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346. “Are you angling for a revolutionary soldier role-play scenario? I must inform you, any trace of King George III blood I have would curdle one my very veins and render me useless to you.”

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

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349. “It’s the fuckin’ subway, not the fuckin’ Notebook.”

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350. “Jane es la primera persona que la ha hecho sentir alguna vez como John Cusack e Ione Skye a la vez.”

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