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.

She leaned toward me, offering her neck, and I kissed her just behind her ear.

I was thinking lots of things, but most of them needed to stay thoughts, not words.

Because you have only known me for like fourteen seconds and seven of those were us making out and you still know more about me than all of my friends in this stupid place.

Of course he was a part of what I hated about myself. Everything was a part of what I hated about myself. It wasn't really personal.

Sam, I really want to buy a red coffee pot, if they exist," Grace said. "I'll find you one

And Ronan was everything that was left: molten eyes and a smile made for war.