“If I weren't standing next to your boyfriend, I'd be tempted to ask you out myself." She blushes, and St. Clair bounds… — Stephanie Perkins Copy Share Image
“Where in the bloody hell did that come from?" asks the other person behind the counter. Or more precisely, on top of… — Stephanie Perkins Copy Share Image
“does this...does this mean you want to be my boyfriend?" My question sounds both immature and momentous. But Josh doesn't flinch. "Yes,"… — Stephanie Perkins Copy Share Image
“You're fixing everything I set down." He nods at my hands, which are readjusting the elephant. "It wasn't polite of me to… — Stephanie Perkins Copy Share Image
“My boyfriend loses his virginity, and, oh, who’s that looking on? It’s a rabbit.” — Stephanie Perkins Copy Share Image
“This warmth over the telephone. Is it possible for home to be a person and not a place? Bridgette used to be home to… — Stephanie Perkins Copy Share Image
“I wasn't being a git. I wasn't even being a twat, or a wanker, or any of your other bleeding Briticisms -” — Stephanie Perkins Copy Share Image
“You said on my birthday that you were afraid of being alone, but I’ve been here this whole time. This whole time.” — Stephanie Perkins Copy Share Image
“Lola: Do you think things have to be easy? For it to work? Cricket: NO. I mean, yes, but... sometimes there are... extenuating circumstances.… — Stephanie Perkins Copy Share Image
“Thanks. I forgot how to flip off the English. I'll use the correct hand gesture next time." "My pleasure. Always happy to educate.” — Stephanie Perkins Copy Share Image
“Beautiful. He called me beautiful! But wait. I don't like Dave. Do I like Dave?” — Stephanie Perkins Copy Share Image
“We're enveloped in pitch black. "Wait here," I whisper. "Are you getting your ax?" "Handcuffs." "Kinky. But, okay, I'll try it.” — Stephanie Perkins Copy Share Image
“And, suddenly, I want to touch him. Not a push, or a shove, or even a friendly hug. I want to feel the creases… — Stephanie Perkins Copy Share Image
