Quotes by Caroline Kepnes

The problem with books is that they end.

Im the same way about the bookshop. You know, I walk around and I feel the whole world is in there, the most important stories of all time.

Nature is an inherently forward beast; footsteps disappear, past hurts fade.

Coachella is a festival fashion show where people dress up like hippies and pretend that Passion Pit is as good as the Rolling Stones.

Your lips were made for mine, Beck. You are the reason I have a mouth, a heart.

People are so lonely, they spend their birthdays on the Internet, thanking people for wishing them a happy birthday, people who only know it’s their birthday because Facebook told them.

I peeked in the bag. Do you know what was in there? Ill tell you what was in there: a collapsible tray table. Is there any sadder purchase in this fucking world? Maybe a CD of C+C Music Factorys Greatest Hits, but thats about it.

If we were teenagers, I could kiss you. But I’m on a platform behind a counter wearing a name tag and we’re too old to be young.

we’re too old to be young.

... and Lynn is dead inside, like a corpse. She Instagrams methodically, clinically, as if shes gathering evidence for defense, like her entire life is dedicated to proving that she has a life.

Its amazing how good fifty and sunny feels after youve been bleeding in twelve with a windchill of go fuck yourself.

You are a monster, deathly, solipsistic to the bone and you’re blasphemous because all you want is You

The problem with books is that they end. They seduce you.[…]You turn the page and there is nothing.

I dont feel sorry for myself, Beck. Lots of people have shitty parents and roaches in the cabinets and stale, raw Pop-Tarts for dinner and a TV that barely works and a dad who doesnt care when his son doesnt come home during a national disaster. The thing is, Im lucky. I had the bookstore.

In the cage, you feel loved, not trapped. Just like me.

And [Benji] cheats on you, Beck. A lot. Compulsively. He is in intense pursuit of a performance artist who fucks with his head the way he fucks with yours.

I fold my hands under my head and tell the books all about you. They listen, Beck. I know it sounds crazy, but they do.

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

There is nothing more terrifying than realizing that the one who knows you best loves you least, pities you even.

Los Angeles is full of places to hide a body, but when the person inside the body doesn’t love you, it’s not an easy thing, turning that breathing person into a dead one.