I seem at once cursed to say precisely what I’m thinking to him and unable to tell what he thinks about it.

When I started everything, and by everything, I mean life, suicide was a joke. If I have to ride in that car with you, I’ll slash my wrists with a butter knife. It was as...

Because it wasn’t merely that the trees were speaking to them. It was that the trees themselves were sentient beings, capable of watching their movements. Was it only the trees in this strange wood, or...

Sometimes, some rare times, a secret stays undiscovered because it is something too big for the mind to hold. It is too strange, too vast, too terrifying to contemplate. All of us have secrets in...

If I were a tree, I would have no reason to love a human.

I could have screamed, but I didn’t. I could have fought, but I didn’t. I just lay there and let it happen, wathcing the winter-white sky go gray above me. One wolf prodded his nose...

Ich kann spüren, dass er zu ertrinken droht, aber ich weiß nicht, was ich tun soll, um ihn aus dem Wasser zu retten.

Fuck the past. This was the present.

It was another country. It was a country for the young, a country where you died before you got old.

Sean reaches between us and slides a thin bracelet of red ribbons over my free hand. Lifting my arm, he presses his lips against the inside of my wrist. I’m utterly still; I feel my...

How do you feel about helicopters?”There was a long pause. “How do you mean? Ethically?””As a mode of transportation.””Faster than camels, but less sustainable.

Is this how we make our way to death? Blue wondered. A stumbling fade-out instead of a self-aware finale?

That’s how I would kiss you, if I loved you.

People shouldn’t have to earn kindness. They should have to earn cruelty.

I wanted a library like this…[] A cave of words that I’d made myself.

Is that all?” she whispered.Gansey closed his eyes. “That’s all there is.

There was nothing particularly special about her, except that she was good with numbers, and very good at lying, and she made her home in between the pages of books.

She stood on the ledge of his smile and looked over the edge.

Kissing’s a lot like laughing. If the joke’s funny, it doesn’t matter how long it’s been since you last heard one.

Da.-Cole st. Clair

Mum liked to say that some things happen for a reason, that sometimes obstacles were there to stop you from doing something stupid.

Adam was in the dream, too; he traced the tangled pattern of ink with his finger. He said, “Scio quid hoc est.” As he traced it further and further down on the bare skin of...

You really didn’t see the sadness or the longing unless you already knew it was there. But that was the trick, wasn’t it? Everyone had their disappointment and their baggage; only, some people carried it...

Me,” I said.

But I was – not quite happy. Pending happy. I knew this was not really my life; it was a borrowed life. One that I was temporarily wearing until I could sort out my own.

It’s all you think about, all you talk about, and all you want us to talk about. What in the world would we call something like that? Oh, yeah! An obsession!

All of us have secrets in our lives. We’re keepers or keptfrom, players or played. Secrets and cockroaches — that’s what will be left at the end of it all.

And then I opened my eyes and it was just Grace and me – nothing anywhere but Grace and me – she pressing her lips together as though she were keeping my kiss inside her,...

She was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen, a tiny, bloody angel in the snow, and they were going to destroy her.

His eyes were frighteningly alive, the curve of his mouth savage and pleased. It suddenly didn’t seem at all surprising that he should be able to pull things from his dreams.In that moment, Blue was...

Are you ever going to speak to me?

The truth is, I feel myself being fascinated and repelled by her: She’s both a mirror of myself and a door to part of this island that I’m not.

Cole sat back up, slowly, and I opened my eyes. His expression, as ever, was blank, the face he wore when something mattered. He said, “That’s how I would kiss you, if I loved you.

Are you really going to work in that?” Maura asked.Blue looked at her clothing. It involved a few thin layering shirts, including one she had altered using a method called shredding. “What’s wrong with it?”Maura...

My mother always said that I was born out of a bottle of vinegar instead of born from a womb and that she and my father bathed me in sugar for three days to wash...

My chest ached, my body speaking a language my head didn’t quite understand.I waited.But Grace, the only person in the world I wanted to know me, just ran a wanting finger over the cover of...

I stare at him. “You can’t risk not winning. Not because of me.” Sean doesn’t lift his eyes from the counter. “We make our move when you make yours. You on the inside, me on...

I was thinking lots of things, but most of them needed to stay thoughts, not words.

Grace: Outside, deep in the woods, I heard a long keening wail, and then another, as the wolves began to howl. More voices pitched in, some low and mournful, others high and short, an eerie...

Sam came around the back of the car and stopped dead when he saw me. “Oh my God, what is that?”I used my thumb and middle finger to flick the multicoloured pom-pom on top of...

that’s because it’s from the night, and the night keeps secrets

names are a way to keep people in your mind

I’m so tired I never want to wake up again. But I’ve figured out now that it was never them that made me feel that way. It was just me, all along.

right in this moment, I can´t even remember what unhappy feels like.

The poor are sad they’re poor, Adam had once mused, and turns out the rich are sad they’re rich.

There was nothing particularly intimate about the way they sat, but something about the scene made Gansey feel strange, like he’d heard an unpleasant statement and later forgotten everything about the words but the way...

I didn’t know how I could live with that knowledge, without it eating me up, without it poisoning every happy memory I had of growing up. Without it ruining everything Beck and I had.I didn’t...

The truth is, until you know any different, the island is enough.Actually, I know different. And it’s still enough.

I still watch her now, like I always did, and she watches me, her brown eyes looking out from a wolf’s face. This is the story of a boy who used to be a wolf,...

Gansey had always felt as if there were two of him: the Gansey who was in control, able to handle any situation, able to talk to anyone, and then, the other, more fragile Gansey, strung...