...she made her home in between the pages of books.

I don't trust the ocean, either; it would kill me as soon as not. It doesn't mean I'm afraid of it.

The room went dark and, after a moment, Grace whispered that she loved me, sounding a little sad. I wrapped my arms tightly around her shoulders, sorry that loving me was such a complicated thing.

I thought I heard---" Gansey broke off. His eyes dropped to where Adam held Blue's hand. Again his face was somewhat puzzled by the fact of their hand-holding. Adam's grip tightened, although she didn't think he meant for it to.

Clutter is my natural habitat.

Boys,' she says, 'just aren't very good at being afraid.

I'm sorry no one saved you.