Sam,' the girl said. 'Sam.' She was the past present and future. I wanted to answer , but I was broken.

It was the perfect moment to tell her. This is my last year. But I couldn’t say it. Not yet. I wanted another minute, another hour, another night of pretending this wasn’t the end.

My words are unerring tools of destruction, and I’ve come unequipped with the ability to disarm them.

No, you used nouns and verbs together in a pleasing but illogical format.

He hadn't realized yet that Gansey could persuade even the sun to pause and give him the time.

whoopdie-friggin-doo, fooled you!

He is slow, and the sea sings to us both, but he returns to me.