Memories are like dreams. You remember how you got to the front of the classroom with no clothes on.

She draws patterns on my face / These lines make shapes that can’t replace / the version of me that I hold inside / when lying with you, lying with you, lying with you.

She screamed, the high scream that was neither human nor animal but something terrible in between, the sort of sound that you never forget no matter how many beautiful things you hear afterward.

Just forget about everything. Just go somewhere and get smashed and pretend like there are no problems or consequences. I know why. Because there are still problems and consequences. And going and–and–partying doesn’t make them...

What are you wishing for?’ Grace interrupted. ‘To kiss you,’ I said to her.

It’s rude to stare, but the great thing about staring at a sedated person is that they don’t know you’re doing it.

He didn’t like to see either of the women in his family disappointed; it ruined perfectly good meals.

Somewhere close bye, a man is moaning; he’s been trampled or thrown or bitten. He sounds resentful or surprised. Did no one tell him that pain lives in this sand, dug in and watered with...

…she made her home in between the pages of books.

Are you sure you want to go out with someone with that kind of history? …He could have a psychotic break. I read that people get those when they’re twenty-eight.

The buck stops here,” Ronan said, pulling up the hand brake. “Home shit home.

If I only have ten minutes, Sam, this is what I want to say. You’re not the best of us. You’re more than that. You’re better than all of us. If I only have ten...

Don’t panic. Are you sitting? You probably don’t need to sit. Well, possibly. At least lean on something.

Grace, who haunted my thoughts when I couldn’t dream

When Ronan thought of Gansey, he thought of moving into Monmouth Manufacturing, of nights spent in companionable insomnia, of a summer searching for a king, of Gansey asking the Gray Man for his life. Brothers.

Long after the other voices had dropped away, Sam kept howling, very soft and slow.When he finally fell silent, the night felt dead. Sitting was intolerable. I stood up, paced, clenched and unclenched my hands...

I saw her face then, and I recognized something of myself in her expression. Her eyes flicked over the shelves, seeking possibilities for escape.

We sat like that for a long while, and when we stood up, all my sad things were in boxes, and Beck was my father.

History was always buried deep, even when you know where to look. And it was hard to excavate it without damaging it. Brushes and cotton swabs, not chisels and pickaxes. Slow work. You had to...

Past conversations were slowly realigning in Blue’s head, taking on new shades of meaning as they did.

That is just so romantic. Do me a favor, and don’t you two ever change. The world needs more love at first sight.

his yellow eyes gazed at me possessively — I wondered if he realized that the way he looked at me was far more intimate than copping a feel could ever be.

Did no one tell him that pain lives in this sand, dug in and watered with our blood?

So here’s my theory, and this is such crap science, I don’t have to tell you. It’s science without microscopes, blood tests, or reality.

There was no sun; there was no light. I was dying. I couldn’t remember what the sky looked like. But I didn’t die. I was lost to a sea of cold, and then I was...

I am alone in the world, and yet not alone enough to make each hour holy. I am lowly in this world, and yet not lowly enough for me to be just a thing to...

Overhead, the stars were wheeling and infinite, a complicated mobile made by giants. They pulled me amongst them, into space and memories.

Ronan did not smoke; he preferred his habits with hangovers.

He’d only been gone two seconds, but the room got brighter when they were together, as if they were two elements that became brilliant in proximity. At Sam’s clumsy efforts to carry the vacuum, Grace...

I started down but Sam caught my arm and knelt down himself to look. “For crying out loud,” he said. “It’s a racoon.” “Poor thing,” I said. “It could be a rabid baby-killer,” Cole told...

Reality’s what other people dream for you.

No one was meant to see hell before they got there. No one should have to live with the devil. So many homilies on faith were ruined once you no longer required it for belief.

This is sams phone” there was a long,heavy pause, and then: “oh.” Another pause. “Youre the girl, arent you? The girl who was in my house?” I tried to think of what i might gain...

I wonder how long it will take for me to feel as adult inside as I look outside.

Do you know, it’s really hard to be a parent. I blame it on Santa Claus. You spend so long making sure your kid doesn’t know he’s fake that you can’t tell when you’re supposed...

Cole,” I said, “Don’t lose this number.

I always listen to you. Except when I don’t.

Adam translated, “Not death, but his brother, sleep.

Violence was a disease Gansey didn’t think he could catch. But all around him, his friends were slowly infected.

Forever?”Sam’s lips smiled, but above his grin, his yellow eyes turned sad, as if he knew it was a lie.”Longer.

Please just tell me where you are.His heart hurt with the wanting of it, the hurt no less painful fro being difficult to explain.

I fell for her in summer, my lovely summer girl,From summer she is made, my lovely summer girl,I’d love to spend a winter with my lovely summer girl,But I’m never warm enough for my lovely...

Did you get notes for me?””No”, Ronan replied,”I thought you were dead in a ditch.

I am a beautiful thing, shaped for fighting.

You’re like a song that I heard when I was a little kid but forgot I knew until I heard it again.

After you were bitten, I knew what would happen. I waited for you to change, every night, so I could bring you back and keep you from getting hurt.” A chilly gust of wind lifter...

People being nice for no apparent reason always made me suspicious. People being nice to me with no apparent reason made me even more suspicious.

(Malory, unhopeful: “I don’t suppose you have any tea?” Jesse: “DO YOU WANT EARL GREY OR DARJEELING?” Malory: “Oh, sweet heavens!”)

I was wild and tame and pulled into shreds and crushed into being all at once.

I thought, possibly, that what I really needed was to go where nobody knew me and start over again, with none of my previous decisions, conversations, or expectations coming with me.