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.

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

I picture my books as movies when I get stuck, and when I'm working on a new idea, the first thing I do is hit theaters to work out pacing and mood.

At one store, Gansey had started to pay for Blue's potato chips and she'd snatched them away. "I don't want you to buy me food!" Blue said. "If you pay for it, then it's like I'm... be---be---" "Beholden to me?" Gansey suggested pleasantly. "Don't put words into my mouth." "It was your word." "You assumed it was my word. You can't just go around assuming." "But that is what you meant, isn't it?" She scowled. "I'm done with this conversation.

I always listen to you. Except when I don't.

Not all. Some of them he probably lectured to death.

Sailing to an island unknown Failing to find your way home you walk under a sea leagues beneath us