“It was around the time of the divorce that all traces of decency vanished, and his dream of being the next great… — Stephanie Perkins Copy Share Image
“I dream about reaching across the backseat and touching his hand. Just one hand. It closes slowly, tightly around mine, and the… — Stephanie Perkins Copy Share Image
“I just want you to know that we didn't do anything but talk and sleep - sleep sleep," he quickly adds. "Like… — Stephanie Perkins Copy Share Image
“It’s Sunday night,” he continues. “You aren’t at Pizza Pellino.” “No, I’m at the Treehouse with Hattie.” And then I’m so dizzy… — 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
