Wow, you're never allowed to sleep late again. You're crankier than a fat guy in stilettos.

you just can't wait to get out of your head, can you?" "if you were in here you might want that too.

I guess I make things that need energy stronger. I'm like a walking battery.

All you who are in love Aye and can not remove it I pity the pain that you endure. For experience lets me know That your hearts are filled with woe It's a woe that no mortal can cure. -"the Curragh of Kildare

In the end, you have to write like you're not afraid of the critics.

All that mattered was that something had struck the match, and Gansey was burning.

Grace. I held on to that name. If I kept that in my head, I would be OK. Grace. I was shaking, shaking; my skin peeling away. Grace. My bones squeezed, pinched, pressed against my muscles. Grace. Her eyes held me even after I stopped feeling her fingers gripping my arms. Sam," she said. "Don't go.