I could still smell her on my fur. It clung to me, a memory of another world. I was drunk with it, with the scent of her. I'd got too close. The smel….

The tourists always seem to want something. On Thisby, it's less about wanting, and more about being." I wonder after I say it if he'll think I sound….

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

Are you alone?" So that's what this call was about. For some reason, the question made my throat tighten. "No," I said, "Elvis is here. Would you lik….

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 ev….

I know not to trust anyone," i say. "Except..." Holly studies my face. "You do fancy him, don't you? What a strange, wonderful, repressed place this ….

Books are more real when you read them outside..

Because you know that's not how you want it to end. You know I'd love to have you with me, and it will be that way, one day. But this isn't the way i….

Then I picked my book back up again and stroked her hair and read to the soundtrack of her breaths..

Teenagers want to be able to fight for what's right - but finding out what's right is now 90 percent of the battle..

I could just barely see the dark curve of his shoulder, and something about the shape it made, the gesture it suggested, filled me with a sort of fie….

whether they'll write the story of my life as a tragedy or an epic fantasy... I was wondering if it was going to be a kiss at the end, or sad music a….

My words are unerring tools of destruction, and I’ve come unequipped with the ability to disarm them..

Blue was awfully fond of her father, considering she'd never met him..

You're not that girl,' Cole said, sounding tired. 'Trust me, I've seen enough of them to know. Look. Don't cry. You're not that girl either.' 'Oh yea….

When did you get so smart?" He tapped his forehead. "Brain transplant. They put in a whale's. I'm passing all my classes with my eyes closed now, but….

This is about as comforting as a cold brick when you're lonely..

You are being self-pitying." "I'm nearly done. You don't have much more of this to bear." "I like you better this way." "Crushed and broken," Gansey ….

No. Not really. A weapon didn't come to an agreement with the hand that held it..

- Tears don't become us. - What becomes us? - Action..

I thought I heard---" Gansey broke off. His eyes dropped to where Adam held Blue's hand. Again his face was somewhat puzzled by the fact of their han….