Har. Bloody. Har. - Stephanie Perkins, Anna and the French Kiss

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

"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"

"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."

"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."

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