Quotes from Caroline Kepnes

You don't lose a person all at once. You lose them in parts.

It's not romantic and it's a daylight date but I understand that your attraction to me is so intense that you need to keep a safe distance.

She thinks she's so smart but if you erase an hour, it doesn't mean shit, not unless you erase the weeks leading up to that hour.

bBecause he simply doesn't see his dreams in detail, the kind of details that drive a person to pack their shit, to move.

It's a sad and grotesque thing that you and your friends have become so accustomed to lies that the truth has to be prefaced because it's inherently surprising, a startling departure from the lies that comprise your lives.

We all get our hearts broken. We get fucked up and throw up and we cry and listen to sad songs and say we're never doing that again. But to be alive is to do it again. To love is to risk everything.

And she's right, Joe. You read too much." No such thing.

you're a writer when we (I) know what you truly are: a performer, an exhibitionist.

T-shirt lifts just enough so that you can see my midsection—you need something to dream about—and

I gave her as much as I had, but it's like the difference between a movie and a book: A book lets you choose how much blood you want to see. A book gives you permission to see the story as you want, as your mind directs. You interpret.

You know what, kid? You need to get over yourself. You work in a bookstore. You don't make the books. You don't write the books and if you were any good at reading the books, you probably wouldn't work in a bookstore. So wipe that judgmental look off your face and tell me to have a nice day.

Hollywood, where the rich don't have to pay for anything.

I love you because onions are more complicated than cherries. I'm doomed. I

She says New York was like Sesame Street for grown-ups, everyone has big hearts and you can be anything you wanna be.

You finish sending a text and relax your arms and lower your legs and when animals open up like that, they want to fuck.

Cunts want to be snowflakes, they want you to tell them how nobody in this whole world compares to them, apologizes to Prince. All the little fame monsters on Instagram, look at me, I put jam on my toast.

There is something wrong with me. Love lifts us up but it also makes us roam around Little Compton like we didn't murder the girl in the news.

We're never too old to feel twenty-two, Rhode Island!). Well, fuck you, Taylor Swift, because I never felt further away from twenty-two in my entire adult life

her accent is so thick that I feel bad for the words coming out of her mouth.

She was always changing her mind, imagining all the roads not taken. She was spongy, and sponges can't make big life decisions.

I am so good when I have time to prepare.

All of life is slightly dependent on magic. So is death.

And you're not the standard insecure nymph hunting for Faulkner you'll never finish, never start; Faulkner that will harden and calcify, if books could calcify, on your nightstand; Faulkner meant only to convince one-night stands that you mean it when you swear you never do this kind of thing.

I go over the mistake in my head a dozen times a day. How I was hiding in a closet upstairs at the Salinger house. How I had to pee but couldn't leave. So I pissed in a mug—a ceramic mug—and I put the mug down on the hardwood floor of the closet. I ran when I had the chance, and there is no way around it: I forgot the mug.