“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
“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
“Our fingers are in each other's hair, and his breath is in the hallow of my neck, and I wish the world… — Stephanie Perkins Copy Share Image
“Así pues, ¿qué deseo? ¿Algo que no sé si quiero? ¿A alguien que no sé si me conviene? ¿A alguien que sé… — Stephanie Perkins Copy Share Image
“I was there that first night her called you. I've seen how he looked at you in pictures. Any bloke with a… — Stephanie Perkins Copy Share Image
“You’ve crafted this bored veneer, but you’re always giving yourself away in moments like that. In the moments that really matter.” — Stephanie Perkins Copy Share Image
“But it's a person's imperfections that make them perfect for someone else.” — Stephanie Perkins Copy Share Image
“Thank you for helping my sister,” he says. I lean forward, mimicking his position. “I’m happy to.” Calliope leans out her window.… — Stephanie Perkins Copy Share Image
“St. Clair: So did you enjoy the book? Anna: I did. Did you? St. Clair: I like the author's name the best.… — Stephanie Perkins Copy Share Image
“I’m teleporting to Atlanta. I’m picking you up, and we’ll go someplace where our families can’t find us. We’ll take Seany. And… — Stephanie Perkins Copy Share Image
“Anna: You really think he likes me? Rashmi: Anna. He teases you all the time. It's classic boy-pulling-girl's-pigtail syndrome. And whenever anyone… — 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
“My mind wanders to the other side of the courtyard, where St. Clair waits with Josh in Q-through-Z. I wonder if I… — Stephanie Perkins Copy Share Image
“My head jerks up in embarassment, but he's smiling. I drop my face, so that my hair shields my cheeks. They blush… — Stephanie Perkins Copy Share Image
“We straighten , bu our snickering is barely contained as we attempt to focus our attention on a picture of a discarded… — Stephanie Perkins Copy Share Image
“You'll come home soon?" I ask. The question makes him smile. "Promise you won't forget me while I'm gone?" I smile back.… — stephanie perkins Copy Share Image
“Do you like it?" I whisper. He pauses. "The film?" I'm thankful the shadows hide my blush. "I like it very much,"… — Stephanie Perkins Copy Share Image
