Gansey had no idea how old Blue was. He knew she'd just finished eleventh grade. Maybe she was sixteen. Maybe she was eighteen. Maybe she was twenty-two and just very short and remedial.

We don't have time to be sad

She had a short fuse this morning, because it was a day that ended with y, you see.

It's rude to stare, but the great thing about staring at a sedated person is that they don't know you're doing it.

Mum liked to say that some things happen for a reason, that sometimes obstacles were there to stop you from doing something stupid.

It was mint and memories and the past and the future and she felt as if she’d done this before and already she longed to do it again.

I feel like I have so many stories basting in my mind, and they come busting out when they're ready.