For You and Only You (You, #4)

by Caroline Kepnes

I’ll probably never say this again, but man, that influencer is smart!

I have never tried to control anyone in my entire life. I have only tried to help people make good decisions.

Joe, you’re so insane.

“Tell me, Joe. Why do you think you’re so well adjusted when it comes to women?

Um, excuse me????

THAT’S CALLED BEING A BOYFRIEND and why do women reward men for being fucked-up?

“If you want me to start a small but just big enough house fire to clear the joint, I am here for you.”

“This is crazy. Love died of cancer…” Of the soul.

“But clever isn’t always wise…”

It’s the worst kind of enemy, a smart, accomplished woman with a clever mind,

“Okay, so what happened to you? For real?” I was born to indifferent parents and like a lot of children, I fell prey to an abusive male authority figure who taught me that violence is a legitimate means of coping and then last night, one of our fellows drugged me and coerced me into confessing to a boatload of crimes. “I lost my phone.”

“You and my husband could be twins.” Did he also murder a bunch of assholes? “Ha.”

She wants me to kill her ex because the way she sees it…that’s what I do, just go around killing people who piss me off, and that is not me.

It really is though.

I’m not saying that all writers are demented psychopaths. I’m okay enough

You are NOT.

Most people are weak and needy. They race around when the leaves change to find someone, anyone, to bring home for the holidays to impress the very same people who are (partially) responsible for their being so weak, so needy.

Don’t fuck with me because unlike a lot of people on this planet, I fuck back.

“So, you regret all of your murders?” No. “Yes, of course I do.”

“You don’t love ‘me.’ You’re a serial monogamist. You like to freaking ‘love.’ It’s not about me, or any of all your girls. It’s about you, Joe. You loved this one and that one and you lugged that ex-box all the way up here because for all your ‘loner’ bullshit, for all your bravado about how you don’t need people, you don’t talk to your own mother and you’re fine with it…You whine about me being too close to my family, who are you to talk? You’re never alone. You’re not independent. Not in your head anyway. You fall in love every time you leave the house and if some other girl was sitting on the grass in a tight shirt that day, it would’ve been her.”

Karma doesn’t kill people. People kill people.”

You’re always so disgusted with people. It’s like you wish everyone was dead…” Not true, only some people, only most people.

I love you even though you love to be lonely more than you love to be loved.