Delia was an overbearing cake with condescending frosting, and frankly, I was on a diet.

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

We all, one day, realize that we’re not going to be kids forever and we’re going to grow up.

I watched her and I watched the birds' shadows flit across her face, and I...wanted. I wanted more happy memories to hang up on the ceiling, so many happy memories with this girl that they would crowd the ceiling and flap out into the hall and burst out of the house.

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 he pulled himself from the car because ordinary climbing out was too slow. This was going to be a night.

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

It's a lovely answer and takes me entirely by surprise. I hadn't realized we were having a serious conversation, or I think I would've given a better reply when he asked me.