Sam > Sam's Quotes

“The problem with books is that they end.”
― Caroline Kepnes, You

“The only thing crueler than a cage so
small that a bird can’t fly is a cage so
large that a bird thinks it can fly.”
― Caroline Kepnes, You

“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.”
― Caroline Kepnes, You

“I own every book Stephen King has ever written."
"That's great. That's something to be proud of."
But did you read them, fuckface?”
― Caroline Kepnes, You

“And then it happens, the most dreaded response in the world, more terse than any word, more withholding than a "no," and strictly verboten for someone as in love with language and me as you claim to be.

You: "K”
― Caroline Kepnes, You

“Your lips were made for mine, Beck. You are the reason I have a mouth, a heart.”
― Caroline Kepnes, You

“I love Stephen King as much as any red rum drinking American, but I resent the fact that I, the bookseller, am his bitch.”
― Caroline Kepnes, You

“Some people, it’s like they care more about their status updates than their actual lives.”
― Caroline Kepnes, You

“Some people on this earth receive love, get married, and honeymoon in Cabo. Others do not. Some people read alone on the sofa and some people read together, in bed. That’s life.”
― Caroline Kepnes, You

“The only thing crueler than a cage so small that a bird can’t fly is a cage so large that a bird thinks it can fly. Only a monster would lock a bird in here and call himself an animal lover.”
― Caroline Kepnes , You

“Don’t make a baby if you’re not capable of unconditional love.”
― Caroline Kepnes, You

“Full of disclaimers, you're like a warning label on a pack of cigarettes.”
― Caroline Kepnes, You

“A photo essay (otherwise known as a fucking slide show)...”
― Caroline Kepnes, You

“6:08 and the next dude in line is buying the new King and The Shining just to be bold — he calls The Shining a prequel and I want to cut his face”
― Caroline Kepnes, You

“It’s like they can smell the public school on me.”
― Caroline Kepnes, You

“I pick up the list of Benji's five favorite books because we've got work to do:

"Gravity's Rainbow" by Thomas Pynchon. He's a pretentious fuck and a liar.

"Underworld" by Don DeLillo. He's a snob.

"On the Road" by Jack Kerouac. He's a spoiled passport-carrying fuck stunted in eighth grade.

"Brief Interviews with Hideous Men" by David Foster Wallace. Enough already.

"The Red Badge of Courage" by Stephen Crane. He's got Mayflowers in his blood.”
― Caroline Kepnes, You

“Yeah, I don’t have a Yale degree but my bullshit detector is excellent. Top drawer, even.”
― Caroline Kepnes, You

“You never sounded farther away from me and I will take that balloon and stab the fuck out of and at the same time I will take that balloon and tie it around Peach's neck because WHO THE FUCK CAN CUNT OUT OVER A BALLOON?”
― Caroline Kepnes, You

“Twelve years old, Priya, after the worst days of your life, angry and scared and grieving, you threw a teddy bear at my head and told me not to be such a fucking coward.”
― Dot Hutchison, Roses of May

“Inara is quieter than Bliss, not shy or withdrawn, just . . . more patient, I suppose. Bliss explores a situation by lighting a match and letting it explode. Inara watches first, observes. She waits to speak until she knows what she wants to say and has a healthy guess as to how others will react to it.”
― Dot Hutchison, Roses of May

“Everyone dies, but not everyone has to see someone they love with another person. She struck the first blow.”
― Peter Swanson, The Kind Worth Killing

“Everyone has a full life, even if it ends soon. All lives are complete experiences.”
― Peter Swanson, The Kind Worth Killing

“any life at all is probably more than any of us deserves.”
― Peter Swanson, The Kind Worth Killing

“Everyone dies. What difference does it make if a few bad apples get pushed along a little sooner than God intended?”
― Peter Swanson, The Kind Worth Killing

“I dreamed of my other family, the imaginary one with boring parents,”
― Peter Swanson, The Kind Worth Killing

“boys who had been born on third base and thought they hit a triple (as my mother often quoted),”
― Peter Swanson, The Kind Worth Killing

“I always say that two martinis are too many, and three is not enough.”
― Peter Swanson, The Kind Worth Killing

“Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Lo-lee-ta: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth. Lo. Lee. Ta. She was Lo, plain Lo, in the morning, standing four feet ten in one sock. She was Lola in slacks. She was Dolly at school. She was Dolores on the dotted line. But in my arms she was always Lolita. Did she have a precursor? She did, indeed she did. In point of fact, there might have been no Lolita at all had I not loved, one summer, an initial girl-child. In a princedom by the sea. Oh when? About as many years before Lolita was born as my age was that summer. You can always count on a murderer for a fancy prose style. Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, exhibit number one is what the seraphs, the misinformed, simple, noble-winged seraphs, envied. Look at this tangle of thorns.”
― Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita

“I knew I had fallen in love with Lolita forever; but I also knew she would not be forever Lolita.”
― Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita

“I do not want to be the leader. I refuse to be the leader. I want to live darkly and richly in my femaleness. I want a man lying over me, always over me. His will, his pleasure, his desire, his life, his work, his sexuality the touchstone, the command, my pivot. I don’t mind working, holding my ground intellectually, artistically; but as a woman, oh, God, as a woman I want to be dominated. I don’t mind being told to stand on my own feet, not to cling, be all that I am capable of doing, but I am going to be pursued, fucked, possessed by the will of a male at his time, his bidding.”
― Anaïs Nin