Sorry for hurting you, she said right in my ear, but it wasn't really an apology, because you don't bite someone's earlobe to tell them you're sorry.

There was something awful about terror trapped behind silence.

I have to walk dogs." "Oh," Gansey replied, sounding deflated. "Well, okay." "But it'll only take an hour." "Oh," he repeated, about fourteen shades brighter. "Shall I pick you up, then?

I'm always sure of what I do," he said. "Sometimes I was just never sure there was supposed to be a happy ending.

I walk through the seasons and always the birds are singing and screaming and keening for love When you're with me it seems so absurd that I should be jealous of the jay and the dove.

He didn't like to see either of the women in his family disappointed; it ruined perfectly good meals.

If that moment had been a real thing, it would've been a butterfly, flapping and fluttering toward the sun.