For You and Only You (You, #4)

by Caroline Kepnes

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.”

you repeatedly tell people to shit on you, they will eventually heed the call.

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

it’s amazing, how easily even the weakest of men turn women into handmaids.

And then Covid hit, and the CD Fucking C said what I’ve known for years: People are toxic, they can kill you, so keep your distance.

You can’t call it impostor syndrome when you are the impostor.

This is the part of our life where everything we do, everything we say is loaded with intention, two fucking peacocks that haven’t fucked, that might fuck, that want to be seen as worth fucking.

chose—“interesting”—it’s one of the vaguest worst fucking words there is. It doesn’t mean good.

Maybe we could have hit the road in some jalopy and my mom could have died at a rest stop in California. It’s a mindfuck,

But also like…I don’t want our thing to be talking shit about everyone. It’s like I tell the girls at work…That’s the road to hell.”

Real love is quiet. A whisper between two people.

he doesn’t have that kind of love in him. But I do.

Love and hate are two Twix bars and the only way to separate them is to tear that sucker open.”

It’s better to be in flow than it is to be validated for evidence that you were once in flow.

Sometimes, you have six boosters on the board, but the boosters are useless because you’re all out of lives.

You love these women more than you love yourself.

You’ve done things we’ve all dreamed of doing. You’re not a “serial killer.” You didn’t walk through your life hunting for victims. You’re the reason people love my books, deep down, we’ve all wanted people to be held accountable for the kind of abuse that falls under the radar.

You’re the sticky to my squishy and the others weren’t you.

yeah. ‘Show me the friend and I’ll show you the man.’ ”

everyone has a story, every ass has a soul.”

‘A calm and modest life brings more happiness than the pursuit of success combined with constant restlessness.’