For You and Only You (You, #4)

by Caroline Kepnes

All I fucking do is survive.

You can make one person love you, but you can’t make a group of people like you, not when they already have each other, when they are a “them” in a way that makes you a “you.”

I’m a pigeon. I know how to get by on crumbs and I know that all my fellows went to college.

no two people read the same book because no two people are the same person.

you run inside for another day of being a daughter instead of being a woman.

the weakest of men turn women into handmaids.

All time is borrowed, and we need to use it wisely.

I tell you that’s too easy but you hold the line. “It’s why my tendency is to love everyone, even the assholes, because who am I?”

Lay it all down in that first draft.

You can’t edit your own book or your life story and you can’t edit the truth just because you think I can’t handle the truth.

Real love is quiet. A whisper between two people.