“I grip the edge of a sidewalk cafe table to keep from falling. The diners stare in alarm, but I don't care.… — Stephanie Perkins Copy Share Image
“But what? You love him, he loves you and you're in the most romantic city in the world.” — 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
“I like you,” he says. My body is rigid. “And I don’t mean as a friend.” — Stephanie Perkins Copy Share Image
“What just happened?" "Your father invited the former love of your life in for pie." "Yeah, that's what I thought.” — Stephanie Perkins Copy Share Image
How could I have ever for a moment believed I wasn't in love with him? — 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
