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

I hated this. I hated knowing what I wanted and knowing what was right and knowing they weren't the same thing.

Blue was a fanciful, but sensible thing. Like a platypus, or one of those sandwiches that had been cut into circles for a fancy tea party.

It's all you think about, all you talk about, and all you want us to talk about. What in the world would we call something like that? Oh, yeah! An obsession!

Right, sure. Because there's no girls in politics! I have no interest. Voting? What? I forgot my apron. I think I ought to be in the kitchen right now, actually. My rolling pin-

He had a carrying, congressional sort of voice, the kind that sounded good saying things like Less of a tax burden on the middle class and Thank you for your donation and Honey, could you bring me my sweater with the duck on it?

I think they're here because I thought they ought to be here," Gansey said. Blue replied sarcastically. "Okay, God.