Sam: “You—you greatly overestimate my self-control.” Grace: “I’m not looking for self-control.

Everything mattered and nothing did, and I was tired of trying to find out how both of those things were true. I was an itch that I'd scratched so hard I was bleeding. I had set out to do the impossible, whatever the impossible might be, only to find out that it was living with myself. Suicide became an expiration date, the day after which I no longer had to try.

Blue tried not to look at Gansey's boat shoes; she felt better about him as a person if she pretended he wasn't wearing them.

Panic leads to carelessness, and carelessness creates accidents.

I do all of my good thinking at over 65 miles per hour. The speed limit is, luckily, the same speed as my brainstorming speed.

He was brother to a liar and brother to an angel, son of a dream and son of a dreamer.

Ronan didn't need physics. He could intimidate even a piece of plywood into doing what he wanted.