Sam," she said, and I crushed her to me.

Rilke says: Verweilung, auch am Verstrautesten nicht, ist uns gegeben - We are not allowed to linger, even with what is most intimate.

I never knew there were so many different ways to say good-bye.

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.

Sam looked at me, yellow eyes catching and holding me. "I miss being me. I miss you. All the time.

I’d always thought I was above being fascinated by anyone but myself.

I couldn't think of anything to say. I was idiotically entranced by the way he said "Grace." The tone of it. The way his lips formed the vowels. The timbre of his voice stuck in my head like music.