How do you feel about helicopters?" There was a long pause. "How do you mean? Ethically?" "As a mode of transportation." "Faster than camels, but less sustainable.

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

His face was just strange enough that she wanted to keep looking at it.

While I'm gone," Gansey said, pausing, "dream me the world. Something new for every night.

She wasn't interested in telling other people's futures. She was interested in going out and finding her own.

And I told you before, I'll sell you any of the thoroughbreds.” “I didn't make any of those thoroughbreds. I didn't make them what they are.” “You made all of them what they are.” I don't look at him. “None of them made me who I am.

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.