I'm not done writing songs about you yet.

I was against felonies when a misdemeanor would do.

Peeling off my skin / leaving just my eyes behind / You see inside my head / Still know that you are mine.

I like you better this way." For some reason, admitting this made her face go hot right away; she was very glad that he still had his face pressed into his pillow and the other boys were still in Noah's room. "Crushed and broken," Gansey said. "Just the way women like 'em.

We sat like that for a long while, and when we stood up, all my sad things were in boxes, and Beck was my father.

Okay, outside," the clerk said. "Conversation outside. Bye! Have a nice night!

She recognized the strange happiness that came from loving something without knowing why you did, that strange happiness that was sometimes so big that it felt like sadness. It was the way she felt when she looked at the stars.