“I'm here." St. Clair is angry. "I'm just sorry I'm not there. With you. I wish there was something I could do."… — Stephanie Perkins Copy Share Image
“St. Clair tucks the tips of his fingers into his pockets and kicks the cobblestones with the toe of his boots. "Well?"… — Stephanie Perkins Copy Share Image
“Anna?" "Yeah?" He pauses. "Never mind." "What?" "Nothing." But his tone is definitely not nothing. I turn to him, and his eyes… — Stephanie Perkins Copy Share Image
“See that guy over there?" I nod toward a man in jean shorts and a Budweiser T-shirt. "Am I that obvious?" St.… — Stephanie Perkins Copy Share Image
“As for us,Etienne was right.Our schools are only a twenty-minute transit ride away.He'll stay with me on the weekends, and we'll visit… — Stephanie Perkins Copy Share Image
“Because I don’t want to be alone right now.” His voice echoes through the night. I turn around to face him one… — Stephanie Perkins Copy Share Image
“I am trying really hard not to use the word 'fabulous' right now.” — Stephanie Perkins Copy Share Image
“We used to hang out all the time. St. Clair and me.But after you arrived,I hardly saw him. He'd sit next to… — Stephanie Perkins Copy Share Image
“I don’t want to give you this broken, empty me. I want you to have me when I’m full , when I… — Stephanie Perkins Copy Share Image
“Your grandparents are English?" "Grandfather is,but Grandmere is French. And my other grandparents are American,of course." "Wow.You really are a mutt." St.… — Stephanie Perkins Copy Share Image
“I think we're the only ones in the building," he says. "Then no one will mind when I do this!" I jump… — Stephanie Perkins Copy Share Image
“The thing I'm trying to ignore. The thing I shouldn't want, the thing I can't have. And he's standing in front of… — Stephanie Perkins Copy Share Image
“I slide my hand between our mouths, just in time. His lips are soft against my palm. I slowly, slowly remove it.… — Stephanie Perkins Copy Share Image
“No, I don't love Max anymore. But I don't want to give you this broken, empty me. I want you to have… — Stephanie Perkins Copy Share Image
“I slowly, slowly remove it. "No, I don't love Max anymore. But I don't want to give you this broken, empty me.… — 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
“We're in her bedroom,and she's helping me write an essay about my guniea pig for French class. She's wearing soccer shorts with… — Stephanie Perkins Copy Share Image
“Being with Anna is easy. She's the one." The one. It stops my heart. I thought Max was the one, but... there's… — 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
