Stephanie Perkins, Anna and the French Kiss

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

"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."

"For the two of us, home isn't a place. It is a person. And we are finally home."

"For the two of us, home isn't a place. It is a person. And we are finally home."

"French name, English accent, American school. Anna confused."

"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."

"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"

"I'm saying I'm in love with you! I've been in love with you this whole bleeding year!"

"I love you as certain dark things are loved, secretly, between the shadow and the soul."

"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."

"Is it possible for home to be a person and not a place?"

"The more you know who you are, and what you want, the less you let things upset you."