Quotes from Caroline Kepnes

You live in a state of perpetual dissatisfaction, of being a passenger on the wrong train looking longingly out the window at all the happy people traveling the right one.

Stop crying, bitch. This is nothing compared to what I went through with my soccer team or my frat or my old man, so man up already.' I am caught in the toxic cycle of masculinity, the one quietly tolerated by the American System of Miseducation and he was hazed so he wants to haze me...

He is ten feet away from the wire and his eyes are on the prize and he lifts his arms up in a V—ten feet turns into two feet—and he unclips his helmet—two feet turns into ten inches—and

You leave him... you move to another state. But you never leave a man, even when you do.

And death is simple. Life is what's complicated

phones have made it so easy to be friends without ever having to see your friends and that's one good thing about today. One.

I understand that your attraction to me is so intense that you need to keep a safe distance

Joe, is that you? Wow! Mary Kay, what a surprise! Do you want to go fuck in the bathroom?

only crazy people capitalize every word.

If you live alone, you'd be a fucking masochistic freak to buy an opaque shower curtain.

Just once I'd like to fall for someone who isn't handicapped by narcissism, but it's too late. I love you.

I need help--Hey Siri, how do you kill love?--but who am I kidding? She doesn't know. No one knows. I have to figure it out myself, alone...

Acid shoots through my esophagus, all that leftover love with no place to go.

you are too young to feel like the only living you have left to do is vicarious.

That's a cheat,' I say. 'You can't go through life blaming your childhood for the way you are as an adult.

In his depraved mind, power would be the inability to connect with anyone. It would mean rising above the need for affection, for human touch.

I am sick of missing out on your words. What if you said something important? What if you revealed something to me and I missed it?

Most 'normal' people in America are in the same boat right now, torn between wanting to save the people they're stuck with and wanting to fucking kill them.

Sam Cooke's 'You Send Me' is on repeat in my head and the world would be a happier place if more people would lift their souls with music instead of ugh-inducing podcasts.

She says hello and I say hello and it defies all logic—I lost everyone I ever loved, everyone—but somehow my heart is intact. It ticks madly, just like hers.

The internet has eliminated so much wonder and romance.

The clouds are forming in my head because you didn't say boyfriend to a friend, just to some dude on Craigslist.

This night is ours.

He is ten feet away from the wire and his eyes are on the prize and he lifts his arms up in a V—ten feet turns into two feet—and he unclips his helmet—two feet turns into ten inches—and that is why Glenn is flying. It's almost beautiful and I wish you could see him. The man obsessed with control has none whatsoever and I swear to you, he is smiling while he swims in the air, screaming into the abyss. And then his bones meet the rocks. Crunch.