When I sat down and wrote the first paragraph, I was like, 'Oh, I can go with this.' I didn't do an outline. I didn't do anything. I just wrote sentence by sentence, not knowing where the story was going. — Colleen Hoover Copy Share Image
“It’s killing me, baby,” he says, his voice much more calm and quiet. “It’s killing me because I don’t want you to go another day without knowing how I feel about you. And I’m not ready to tell you I’m… — Colleen Hoover Copy Share Image
“Some people they grow wiser as they grow older. Unfortunately, most people just grow older.” — Colleen Hoover Copy Share Image
“You can't get mad at a real ending. Some of them are ugly. It's the fake happily ever afters that should piss you off.” — Colleen Hoover Copy Share Image
“I tilt my head and look at him. He's watching me, but I can't tell what his face is trying to convey. If I… — Colleen Hoover Copy Share Image
Love and hate, despite their polar opposites, are both feelings that are induced by passion. I can handle that. It's the indifference I don't… — Colleen Hoover Copy Share Image
“We'll either come to a mutual understanding of one another, or he's going to kill me and chop me up into tiny pieces and… — Colleen Hoover Copy Share Image
“The sky is always beautiful. Even when it's dark or rainy or cloudy, it's still beautiful to look at. It's my favourite thing because… — Colleen Hoover Copy Share Image
“Ridge: Oh, and btw, I didn't write that on your forehead. What? I run to the dresser and look in the mirror for the… — Colleen Hoover Copy Share Image
“That's all I need," I say. "Well...I need the lamp. And the astray. And the remote control. And the paddleball game. And you, Dean… — Colleen Hoover Copy Share Image
