“There's something about blue eyes. The kind of blue that startles you every time they're lifted in your direction. The kind of… — Stephanie Perkins Copy Share Image
“Being a good person, or a better person, or whatever it is you're worried about and trying to fix? It shouldn't change… — Stephanie Perkins Copy Share Image
“He glances down and notices that I'm still wearing a certain blue something, and, this time, it's HIS index finger that wraps… — Stephanie Perkins Copy Share Image
“Thank you for helping my sister,” he says. I lean forward, mimicking his position. “I’m happy to.” Calliope leans out her window.… — Stephanie Perkins Copy Share Image
“I want to kiss him for the rest of the night, for the rest of our lives. The one.” — Stephanie Perkins Copy Share Image
“How did you know? That she wasn't the one for him?" Now he's staring at his hands, slowing rubbing them together. "They… — 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
