Books are more real when you read them outside.

Do you have it on your person?" my father asked. "Jesus" I replied. "My person has it in her purse.

I try very hard to keep my eyes from darting to Sean because I'm quite certain that no one will be able to miss how I look at him and how I find him looking back.

My wolf was a cute guy and he was holding my hand. I could die happy.

Gansey leaned back, head thrown to the side, drunken and silly with happiness. "I love this car," he said, loud enough to be heard over the engine. "I should buy four more of them. I'll just open the door of one to fall in to the other. One can be a living room, one can be my kitchen, I'll sleep in one..." "And the fourth? Butler's pantry?" Blue shouted. "Don't be so selfish. Guest room.

There's a metaphor for the American public in here," Gansey murmered darkly, "but it escapes me at the moment.

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