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….

I focus on the elements of a movie that are meant to invisibly affect me as a viewer. The edges. As an author, Im aware of how the subconscious thing….

There's no such thing as a good book or a bad book. There's a book that matters to a reader..

I think every now and then about Sean’s thumb pressed against my wrist and daydream about him touching me again. But mostly I think about the way he ….

Sharing revelations is easier when it doesn't matter..

Mutual, respectful, enduring love is completely attainable as long as you swear you won't settle for less..

I wasn’t sure what expression I was expecting her to wear when she saw that it was me. I’d braced myself for disgust or anger. But she just looked at….

...sensation of rightness, of saying the right thing atthe right time to the right person, that too-raresensation of having the right thing to say an….

I'm sorry no one saved you..

Gansey appeared beside Blue in the doorway. He shook his empty bottle at her. "Fair trade," he told her in a way that indicated he had selected a fai….

I'm quite happy for that smile, because Dad told me once you should be grateful for the gifts that are the rarest..

Kissing in front of the loveless is an act of cruelty..

The trees called to me, urging me to abandon what I knew and vanish into the oncoming night. It was a desire that had been tugging me with disconcert….

That was a weird thought. My straight-up mother being bothered by faeries? Delia was even weirder. I could picture the scene. Faerie: Come away, huma….

Of course he was a part of what I hated about myself. Everything was a part of what I hated about myself. It wasn't really personal..

It's a strange thing, to be talked about instead of talked to..

Gansey threw open his door. Gripping the roof of the car, he slid himself out. Even that gesture, Ronan noted, was wild-Gansey, Gansey-on-fire. Like ….

is this fragile love/ a way/ to say/ goodbye.

This summer-sweet night is only one minute upon one minute upon another Beautiful cacophony, sugar upon lips, dancing to exhaustion I thought of you,….

Nobody ever sees this part,” I said. “It doesn’t matter if it’s pretty.” “So it’s like track six on an album,” Cole said..

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 ….