They left me. My parents actually left me! IN FRANCE!

— Stephanie Perkins

To: Anna Elephant From: Étienne St. Clair Subject: So. . . Does that mean I can call you now?

— Stephanie Perkins

We can’t stop smiling at each other. I can’t believe that adults get to do this every day. And I don’t even mean sex, though it’s wonderful, but things like this. Brushing our teeth at the same sink. Do adults realize how lucky they are? Or do they forget that these small moments are actually small miracles? I don’t want to ever forget.

— Stephanie Perkins

Welcome to Paris, Anna. I'm glad you've come.

— Stephanie Perkins

We'll be together. We both got our Point Zero wishes — each other. He said he wished for me every time. He was wishing for me when I entered the tower.

— Stephanie Perkins

Well, bloody noses." I hug his coat tighter. "Those are definitely hot.

— Stephanie Perkins

We're enveloped in pitch black. "Wait here," I whisper." Are you getting your ax?"" Handcuffs."" Kinky. But, okay, I'll try it.

— Stephanie Perkins

We straighten, by 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. "Demigod 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.

— Stephanie Perkins

We've stopped in front of Notre-Dame again. I point at the familiar star and clear my throat. "Want to make another wish?"" You go first." He's watching me, puzzled, like he's trying to figure something out. He bites his thumbnail. This time I can't help it. All day long, I've thought about it. Him. Our s

— Stephanie Perkins

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

— Stephanie Perkins