The Way I Hate Him Quotes

“When you love me, you have to love all of me, which means loving this side of me. I never claimed to be perfect.”
― Meghan Quinn, The Way I Hate Him

“You’re terrible at giving oral, you couldn’t find my clit if it knocked you on the nose, and your penis is crooked, and not in a good way. It felt more like trying to wrangle a bent pencil in my vagina than getting pounded by a beefy salami.”
― Meghan Quinn, The Way I Hate Him

“You smell like electric sunshine.” “Electric sunshine?” she asks. “What exactly does that smell like?” I shift, my body precariously growing closer. “Radiance with a zing, like soft summer meadows zapped by lightning. Like a sweet combination of fire and rain. Soft and edgy. Bright and dark all in one.”
― Meghan Quinn, The Way I Hate Him

“Probably because I’m so fucking lost, I don’t even know what I need in my life to be happy”
― Meghan Quinn, The Way I Hate Him

“I lived in San Francisco for many years, and the pigeons there are out of control. And get this, there’s a pigeon rescue where people actually donate money to save them. Who’s deranged enough to do that? The homeless people need food, water, and shelter, and billionaires donate to save the pigeons. Honestly, what is the world coming to?”
― Meghan Quinn, The Way I Hate Him

“But I was a celibate angel for many years. So many years that I sneezed once, and a dustball flew into my underwear.” Fucking Christ.”
― Meghan Quinn, The Way I Hate Him

“Electric sunshine?” she asks. “What exactly does that smell like?” I shift, my body precariously growing closer. “Radiance with a zing, like soft summer meadows zapped by lightning. Like a sweet combination of fire and rain. Soft and edgy. Bright and dark all in one.”
― Meghan Quinn, The Way I Hate Him

“What do you mean we have to share a bed?”
― Meghan Quinn, The Way I Hate Him

“And when I want to get work done and need the motivation, I listen to your Black album. It has the same vibes as Taylor Swift’s Reputation, and it makes me want to fuck things up and get things done.”
― Meghan Quinn, The Way I Hate Him

“just popped out of Satan’s asshole, and I’d rather not share a living space with a fiery anus.”
― Meghan Quinn, The Way I Hate Him

“I don’t know where this will take us or what’s going to happen in the future, but I do know I like you, a lot, and I want to try with you. In the future, there will be moments like commercials with Odette, or tours, or my attention being pulled in different directions, but this right here, us under the stars, it’s what I’ll always come back to in my mind. You, me, and a blanket of the peaceful night sky.”
― Meghan Quinn, The Way I Hate Him

“Maybe we can have a sleepover sometime,” Abel says, pulling my attention again. “What?” I ask. He shrugs. “A sleepover. Don’t you think that would be fun?” “We’re in our fucking thirties,” Ryland says. “Grown-ass men don’t have sleepovers.” “If tents are involved, they sure do.” Abel sips his drink. “You can’t tell me a camping trip isn’t just a grown man’s version of having a sleepover.”
― Meghan Quinn, The Way I Hate Him

“Oh, I cream a lot,”
― Meghan Quinn, The Way I Hate Him

“The stars are beautiful out here with the mountains as a dark backdrop underneath them,” she says quietly. “Living in a city for so long, you forget to appreciate the little things like the stars.” “But the stars are the one thing that keeps us locked into home,”
― Meghan Quinn, The Way I Hate Him

“Makes me wonder if we should donate to the pigeons in honor of your birthday.”
― Meghan Quinn, The Way I Hate Him

“billionaires donate to save the pigeons. Honestly, what is the world coming to?”
― Meghan Quinn, The Way I Hate Him

“No one likes pigeons. And if someone likes a pigeon, they might need to rethink their choices. I’d never associate myself with a pigeon lover.” “Jesus, that’s harsh,”
― Meghan Quinn, The Way I Hate Him

“When I was younger, I wanted to own a coffee house, which is so silly because I didn’t even drink coffee, but I just thought it was this romanticized notion, a place where all the fun happens. I blame it on all the Friends reruns I was addicted to watching on TBS. I wanted my very own Central Perk. As”
― Meghan Quinn, The Way I Hate Him

“Why trust me then?” she asks. Because you have a heart of gold. Because you are such an unexpected wonder in my life.”
― Meghan Quinn, The Way I Hate Him

“How can her hugs feel like everything I need in life? I can breathe easier. She cares about me. The sky seems bluer when she’s in my arms. She listens with her whole heart. I can actually hear the birds chirping. She’s filled my emptiness with her bright light. And the beating of my heart in my chest reminds me just how fucking alive I am. It’s like the bland, monotonous headspace I’ve been trapped in has evaporated. All from a hug . . . from her.”
― Meghan Quinn, The Way I Hate Him

“Instead, he just squeezes my hand and remains like that . . . offering the support I never thought I’d find in him.”
― Meghan Quinn, The Way I Hate Him

“I’m feeling humiliated. Hurt. Shut out of everyone’s lives and interests as if I’m a fucking bother to them all. Everything is so jumbled up, and the only person I can lean on just started driving back to San Francisco. Leaving me feeling so fucking alone.”
― Meghan Quinn, The Way I Hate Him

“Hattie: Why do I feel like you’re going to hold this over my head? Hayes: Because I wouldn’t be the “anus” you think I am if I didn’t. Hattie: Facts.”
― Meghan Quinn, The Way I Hate Him

“Damn him. Damn him and his sexy, mouthwatering body. And damn that knowing smirk.”
― Meghan Quinn, The Way I Hate Him

“I really should just let it go, but . . . hell, I feel fucking bad. And why? Why do I feel bad? Maybe because no matter how hard I try to deny it, I really do have a heart.”
― Meghan Quinn, The Way I Hate Him

“There’s barely a drop of color in his irises, yet they’re rimmed in black, a unique color that only adds to the obsession people have with him. Little do they know the devil that rests behind them. And that devil has me by the uterus. What option do I really have?”
― Meghan Quinn, The Way I Hate Him

“What the hell am I actually doing, and how did returning a box of items to someone turn into a job with the devil? Oh, I’ll tell you how. Hayes Farrow. That’s how he works.”
― Meghan Quinn, The Way I Hate Him

“I’d rather bury my head in the jail toilet bowl than get within inches of your crotch.” “Nice visual, but like I said, I could do better. Your pussy is not worth my time.” “I have a great pussy,” she defends. “You’re not worth my pussy’s time.”
― Meghan Quinn, The Way I Hate Him

“You’ve just been . . . lackluster. Mopey. And it hasn’t been fun to be around you. Or on the phone with you.” My eyes nearly pop out of my head. Mopey? Is he fucking kidding me? “That’s because my fucking sister died!” I yell.”
― Meghan Quinn, The Way I Hate Him

“And why are they called the Peach Society when clearly our town has gone all in on almonds? Because the cornerstones of our town, the holy grail of women, are all lesbians, and that’s what they decided to call themselves.”
― Meghan Quinn, The Way I Hate Him