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.”

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 would say that the world’s most misunderstood, overused word is iconic, and I think the world’s most misunderstood, overused word is love.

I count Glenn’s bikes the way I’ve counted your Swatches and they say this about people, that we criticize in others what we like least about ourselves.

“Pretty is everywhere. What you are is rare. You aren’t just beautiful. You’re full of beauty and even if I couldn’t see you, I would feel it.”

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

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

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. Why do you think the Hallmark movies are so fucking popular? Because most people would rather “die” than spend the holidays “alone.”

“It will be my honor and my pleasure to put Me on shelves because everyone on this planet, the newlyweds suffering buyer’s remorse, and the young cynics faking orgasms…everyone deserves to have good sex. And you wrote the book on good sex.”