Quotes from Caroline Kepnes

It would be nice to have something alive to hold on to right now, something to love me, something with a beating heart that I can feel, something to be with me as I sit here, in hell, trying to figure it out.

When I get nasty like that, it's like I'm standing outside of myself and I know I'm being terrible and irrational but there's nothing I can do about it.

I take my time walking up the stairs and onto the street. I want life to move slowly because I want to anticipate you with all my heart, greet you with all my heart, fuck you with all my heart and miss you with all my heart. I have to laugh because I sound like a greeting card but I deserve this, you, joy.

You miss me. And I miss you. It hurts, seeing you at that fire, giving your hands to the heat, the way I gave my hand to fire, only different. I imagine pushing you into the red abyss and jumping in after you, with you, so we can burn together, forever, a tree of life, light, sex.

It's not the past if it's not finished.

You gotta ignore people until they get in line.

It's amazing how good 50 and sunny feels after you've been bleeding in 12 with a wind chill of go fuck yourself.

the problem with books is that they end. They seduce you. They spread their legs to you and pull you inside. And you go deep and leave your possessions and your ties to the world at the door and you like it inside and you don't want for your possessions or your ties and then, the book evaporates.

When people show you who they are, it is your job to pay attention.

You can tell when something is right because most things are just plain wrong.

It's like the kitchen in that movie where evil rich Michael Douglas tries to have Gwyneth Paltrow murdered because she falls for a poor artist. Everything is stainless steel or marble and the island in the center is the size of a small car. I can't remember if the poor guy gets Gwyneth in the end of the movie and it feels like it matters a lot right now.

There is nothing remarkable about this 'guac', about any 'guac', and California needs to calm the fuck down.

We don't care, you know? We're like, do whatever. Chill out. Be gay. Be straight. I mean, what is the big deal? We're all gonna die anyway, you know? Who wants to spend their precious life hating?" I

She looks out the window at Reno, which looks like Vegas and yet also looks nothing like Vegas. It's lesser, smaller, worse.

Thank you so much." "Every time." "I like that. Every time. Instead of 'anytime.' It's pointed.

This is why people like writing. You visit old friends without having to go on Facebook and see what they're up to and deal with what idiots called FOMO. You make them into what you want them to be, the people they could be if only they were braver, smarter.

The real horror of my life is not that I've killed some terrible people. The real horror is that the people I've loved didn't love me back.

This will sound crazy, but I'm saving it. For my nursing home list." "You mean bucket list." "Oh no, that's totally different. A nursing home list is a list of things you plan on reading and watching in a nursing home. A bucket list is more like . . . visit Nigeria, jump out of an airplane. A nursing home list is like, read The Western Coast and watch Pulp Fiction and listen to the latest Daft Punk album.

Curtis will be here in ten minutes because he's supposed to get here at six and he's never been on time because he's part of Generation Benji, all busy with his fake life in his fucking gadgets, tinderokcupidinstagramtwitterfacebookvinebullshitnarcissism incorporatedonlinepetitionsfantasyfuckingfootball.

So the good news is, I know exactly what I want." "You do?" I say and I hope you'll ask me to eat you out in the bathroom at Starbuck's.

They buy these books to get scared because their lives are too easy. How pathetic is that?

Dear Beck, It's not your fault you were born on an island. Of course you identify as an island. But, dear girl, you're not an island. Be populated. Be welcoming to love. Love, Beck.

We are built to walk. Not to SoulCycle and jog and hike. Walking is mental. You sharpen your thoughts and process your emotions.

you want to know what I know and hear what I like to hear.