They bit you. You should've changed, too, you know." "Sometimes I wish I had," I told him. He closed his eyes, miles away on the other side of the bed. "Sometimes I do, too.

Can I ask you a question?" "You already have." He paused, considering. "Can I ask you two questions, then?" "You already have.

There was something unbearably sexy about cars at night, Ronan thought. The way the fenders twisted the light and reflected the road, the way every driver became anonymous. The sight of them knocked his heartbeat askew.

Adam had once told Gansey, "Rags to riches isn't a story anyone wants to hear until after it's done.

Now I am the unknown, the unknowable.

Sam?" Rachel asked. "Do you know you have the saddest sad face ever?

Interesting choice," Sullivan said. He slid his gaze over to Paul, who was drumming his fingers on the table in a manic, caffeine-inspired way and blinking a lot. Paul wasn't out-and-out singing along with the king of the dead, but he might as well have put out a big neon sign saying "How's My Driving? Ask Me About My Nerves: 1-800-WIG-N-OUT." --James