It's like how on certain days some people wear sweaters when other people can wear t-shirts and still feel comfortable - different reactions to the same temperature.

I might never ride Corr again. I don't know who I am without him.

They were always walking away from him. But he never seemed able to walk away from them.

I was wild and tame and pulled into shreds and crushed into being all at once.

He strode over to the ruined church. This, Blue had discovered, was how Gansey got places - striding. Walking was for ordinary people.

And then I opened my eyes and it was just Grace and me - nothing anywhere but Grace and me - she pressing her lips together as though she were keeping my kiss inside her, and me, holding this moment that was as fragile as a bird in my hands.

we're watchers of this world aren't we? not players