I have a certain avoidance of reality that makes fantasy an ideal choice for me.

This is Rilke. I wish I had written it for you.

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

If Adam was stupid about his pride, Gansey was stupid about Adam.

Gansey could’ve had any and all of the friends that he wanted. Instead he had chosen the three of them, three guys who should’ve, for three different reasons, been friendless.

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.

you're like a siren, leading me into dangerous places