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 found it." "People find pennies," Gansey replied. "Or car keys. Or four-leaf clovers." "And ravens," Ronan said. "You're just jealous 'cause" - at this point, he had to stop to regroup his beer-sluggish thoughts - "you didn't find one, too.

I would like to say that I was inspired to write 'Shiver' by some overwhelming belief in true love, but here's my true confession: I wrote 'Shiver' because I like to make people cry.

Every third step I ran, my breath exploded out of me all in a rush. One step to suck in another cold lungful. One step to let it excape. One step of not breathing.

It felt wrong to be so proud of something that I had absolutely nothing to do with, but I couldn't help myself.

If she and Sam ever had kids, they'd be gluten-intolerant out of self-defence.

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