Quotes from Caroline Kepnes

They're in their own world, where good things happen, a quarter mile and a million light years away.

you wasted my time. And you don't want me to be mad. You think the world works like that?

now her dictionary is marked with all kinds of words that came out of my mouth and into her world. #7

This is your success and this is the magic hour, the golden time before the time. Just be in it. You earned it. Don't spread it and don't pull on it and don't push it and don't share it and don't examine it. This is it.

And part of the problem is that phone. You have that function on that fucking phone that enables you to know when your texts are opened and ignored.

She says you can't pretend you have nothing when you have so much.

I know all about mirroring, Beck. One of the best ways to get someone to trust you is to focus on what you have in common.

You see Elliot in Hannah scam his way to be near his sister-in-law and you call that romantic but if you knew what I went through to get into your home, that I messed up my back trying to know you, inside and out, you'd judge me for it.

Work in a bookstore and learn that most people in this world feel guilty about being who they are...if people could handle their self-loathing m customer service would be smoother

Tip the world over on its side and everything loose will land in Los Angeles." "Frank Lloyd Wright said that.

That's why you leave the windows open. You don't know how to be alone with yourself. And if you block out the world, there you'd be.

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. You turn the page and there is nothing

At least it's real. Everything here is fake, fake, fake.' She tugs on the straps of her backpack and I'm so relieved that I'm an adult. What a nightmare it is to be a teenager, to think there's a place where everyone isn't fake, fake, fake.

This is why America loves Stephen King so much; he keeps us on the edge of our seats until it hurts.

I get home and there's a box on my front porch. My serotonin surges and Jeff Bezos is a rich man because he knows how much we all just love to get a present, even if it's a present we bought for ourselves.

Everyone knows that the people in the marriage are the ones responsible for the marriage, everyone except married people...

The top is down and we sing along to "Goodbye Yellow Brick Road." I picked this song because I'm taking it all back, all the beautiful things in the world that were corrupted by my tragically ill girlfriend Guinevere Beck. (I see now that she suffered from borderline personality disorder.

It's a pathetic thing, hope, hard to kill.

The iPhone killed romance and turned us all into lazy, nasty stalkers...

If Van Gogh were walking around, everyone would run away because he had no ear, but if he was holding his paintings they would be nice to him. She's holding her paintings and she's good at it.

Keep your expectations simple and you almost always get what you want,

I know I can be stubborn about technology. I hate the name. I hate the clear intention to shrink our attention span even more. But I do it. I go on fucking TikTok.

Most people die old, full of pain and regret. Or young and full of drugs and self-indulgence—or sheer bad luck.

But hate suits you, inspires you, You rage