1,271 Quotes by Rainbow Rowell
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How can you thank someone for the Cure? Or the X-Men? Sometimes it felt like she’d always be in his debt. And then she realized that Park didn’t know about the Beatles.
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She started dialing his cell, then hung up and tried the landline – maybe Margaret was a better bet to pick up; their parents’ generation still felt morally obligated to answer phones.
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Rome wasn’t built on mutual admiration.
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Cath liked Levi. A lot. She liked looking at him. She liked listening to him – though sometimes she hated listening to him talk to other people. She hated the way he passed out smiles to everyone he met like it didn’t cost him anything, like he’d never run out. He made everything look so easy.
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The point is – I get to do this, Seth. I get to talk to guys. Do you want me to spend the rest of my life alone?” “No. Don’t be ridiculous.” “Then back off.” He leaned forward, resting an elbow on her armrest. “Are you lonely, Georgie? Do you have needs?
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We don’t turn into pumpkins at midnight.
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What are those, leg sweaters?” “They’re leg warmers.” “You’re wearing at least four different kinds of sweater.” “This is a scarf.” “You look tarred and sweatered.
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He knew why he wanted to kiss her. Because she was beautiful. And before that, because she was kind. And before that, because she was smart and funny. Because she was exactly the right kind of smart and funny. Because he could imagine taking a long trip with her without ever getting bored. Because whenever he saw something new and interesting, or new and ridiculous, he always wondered what she’d have to say about it – how many stars she’d give it and why.
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I can feel Snow’s eyes on the back of my head. I can smell his magic. Smoky. Sticky. Like green wood in a campfire. The people sitting around us are getting stupid and drunk from it. I watch Bunce try to shake it off – she’s glaring at him. He’s glaring at me.
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