One happy day for every falling leaf you catch. Sam's voice was low.

How long it takes us, each day, to know each other.

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.

I guess I make things that need energy stronger. I'm like a walking battery.

Well,” said Ronan, “I hope he likes it. I’ve pulled a muscle.” Gansey scoffed, “Doing what? You were standing watch.” “Opening my hood.

I wasn't sure if I admired him for feeling everything so hard and fiercely, or if I was contemptuous of him for having so much emotion that he had to spill it out every window of the house.

Sam: “You—you greatly overestimate my self-control.” Grace: “I’m not looking for self-control.