I'm an equation that only she solves, these X's and Y's by other names called. My way of dividing is desperately flawed as I multiply the days without her" - Page 165

Gansey studied Adam's erratic handwriting. His letters always looked like they were running from something.

we're watchers of this world aren't we? not players

He asked for a specific. I gave him a specific. I'm sorry it wasn't puppies.

Grace reached over and began stroking her fingers through my hair. I closed my eyes and let her drive me crazy.

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.

Gansey appeared beside Blue in the doorway. He shook his empty bottle at her. "Fair trade," he told her in a way that indicated he had selected a fair-trade coffee beverage entirely so that he could tell Blue that he had selected a fair-trade coffee beverage so that she could tell him well done with your carbon footprint and all that jazz. Blue said, "Better recycle that bottle.