Quotes By Author: Stephanie Perkins

“We straighten , bu our snickering is barely contained as we attempt to focus our attention on a picture of a discarded Coke can. “This guy’s lady love is kind of a slob, don’t you think?” he whispers.I cover my mouth with my hands again.”A reaaaaaaaal litterbug.””Stop it,” I hiss. My eyes are watering. “Ohmygod look at this one! How did he get her toenail clippings?””If you were my girl,” he whispers, “I’d take creepy pictures of your trash when I knew you weren’t looking.””If you were my girl,” I whisper back,” I”d put the creepy pictures in a foreign museum so you wouldn’t know that I take creepy pictures.”

“Phones are distracting. The internet is distracting.The way he looked at you? He wasn’t distracted. He was consumed.”

“Welcome to Paris, Anna. I’m glad you’ve come.”

“If I weren’t standing next to your boyfriend, I’d be tempted to ask you out myself.”She blushes, and St. Clair bounds inside the box office and wrestles her into a hug. “Miiiiiiiiine!” he says.”Cut it out.” Anna pushes him off, laughing. “You’ll get fired. And then I’ll have to support your sorry arse for the rest of our lives.”

“Closed. Plenty of time to see it later, remember?” He leads me into the courtyard, and I take the opportunity to admire his backside. Callipygian. There is something better than Notre-Dame.”

“Har. Bloody. Har.”

“What…what about when I’m married?”“We’ll buy a cot. Your husband can sleep on that when he visits.”

“I’m sorry,” he says.”What? Why?””You’re fixing everything I set down.” He nods at my hands, which are readjusting the elephant. “It wasn’t polite of me to come in and start touching your things.””Oh, it’s okay,” I say quickly, letting go of the figurine. “You can touch anything of mine you want.”He freezes. A funny look runs across his face before I realize what I’ve said. I didn’t mean it like that.Not that that would be so bad.”

“St. Clair clears his throat. ‘My fiancée and I are headed out for a celebratory dessert. I’d ask you all to join us, but I don’t want you there.”

“The only French word I know is oui, which means “yes,” and only recently did I learn it’s spelled o-​u-​i and not w-​e-​e.”

“Soap?””School of America in Paris” he explains. “SOAP”.Nice. My father sent me here to be cleansed.”

“I mean, really. Who sends their kid to boarding school? It’s so Hogwarts. Only mine doesn’t have cute boy wizards or magic candy or flying lessons.”

“French name, English accent, American school. Anna confused.”

“It’s become impossible to deny he means something to me.”

“Yes, St. Claire. I like you. But I can’t say it aloud, because he’s my friend. And friends don’t let other friends make drunken declarations and expect them to act upon them the next day”