Blue does not go with everything," Will told her. "It does not go with red, for instance." "I have a red and blue striped waistcoat," Henry interjected, reaching for the peas. "And if that isn't proof that those two colors should never be seen together under Heaven, I don't know what is.

Too much of anything could destroy you, Simon thought. Too much darkness could kill, but too much light could blind.

The first one is always the hardest," he said. "The first?" "The first one you love who dies," he said. "It gets easier, after.

Every memory was valuable; even the bad ones.

She is fine. She hates us both but it really didn't sound like anything else was wrong

Every heart has its own melody," he said. "You know mine. - James Carstairs

Isabelle tugged her tank top back down and glared at her brother. “You don’t knock now?” “It’s my bedroom!” Alec spluttered.