“Crushes are so awful. I wonder if they suck worse for the crush-er or the crush-ee. I consider my three years of… — Stephanie Perkins Copy Share Image
“Suddenly I register that St. Clair is shorter than Josh. Much shorter. It’s odd I didn’t notice earlier, but he doesn’t carry… — Stephanie Perkins Copy Share Image
“You know,” I tease, “you still haven’t told me why you’re here. You were…passing by? Wanted to brag about getting a week… — Stephanie Perkins Copy Share Image
“You know, If you weren't tiny, cute and remarkably innocent looking I'd be running away right now. This feels like the set-up… — Stephanie Perkins Copy Share Image
“Josh is a romantic. He likes being in love, and he craves love to fill the void left by his absentee parents.… — Stephanie Perkins Copy Share Image
“What are you working on?" I ask. "The last page." He gestures towards the table, where a pencilled sketch is being turned… — 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
