I wanted a library like this...[] A cave of words that I'd made myself.

I could just barely see the dark curve of his shoulder, and something about the shape it made, the gesture it suggested, filled me with a sort of fierce, awful affection.

It was the stop that happened when you made up your mind to confess, but your mouth betrayed you in the end.

Adam had once told Gansey, "Rags to riches isn't a story anyone wants to hear until after it's done.

There was something unbearably sexy about cars at night, Ronan thought. The way the fenders twisted the light and reflected the road, the way every driver became anonymous. The sight of them knocked his heartbeat askew.

The dog pranced delightedly around his feet as if he'd been gone to another planet instead of merely underneath a car.

Good morning. You have a moment?" It's clever the way she says it, not as a question. I would have to contradict her in order to have my moment back. I make a note to use the method in the future.