Top 500 Casey McQuiston Quotes (2024 Update)
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401. “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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402. “You were the only one it could be.”

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403. “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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404. “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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405. “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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406. “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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407. “Shara wirft Dinge nicht weg, weil sie ihr nichts bedeuten. Sie wirft sie weg, weil sie zu viel bedeuten.”

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

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

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412. “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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413. “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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414. “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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415. “If I seem confident, it’s because I have to. You, of all people, know what I mean.”

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

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418. “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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419. “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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420. “And through it all, Alex realizes with a start: He has friends now.”

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

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

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

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425. “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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426. “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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427. “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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428. “And they’re not khakis, they’re chinos. Khakis are for white people.”

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

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431. “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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432. “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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433. “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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434. “But I only stayed long enough to take the good, and I always left when the bad got bad.”

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435. “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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436. “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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437. “She lived because she wanted to. There’s nothing she can’t do.”

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

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440. “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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441. “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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442. “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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443. “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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444. “Henry leans down to meet Alex’s mouth, and Alex is. Well, Alex is so in love he could die.”

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

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

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447. “6TH OF JULY, 2020.”

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448. “Hey, Subway Girl.”

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449. “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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450. “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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