It wasn’t a touch that said I need more. It was a touch that said I want this.

I don't think I'd like to argue with you," I say. "I think it would be a very dissatisfying pastime.

Folded in my arms you're a butterfly in reverse you're giving up your wings and inheriting my curse you're letting go of me you're letting go

My wolf was a cute guy and he was holding my hand. I could die happy.

I hear laughter and someone asks if I need help, not in a nice way. I snarl, "What I need is for your mother to have thought a little harder nine months before your birthday.

I never taught him to break him thumb." "That's Gansey for you. Only learns enough to be superficially competent." "Loser," Ronan agreed, and he was himself again.

People shouldn't have to earn kindness. They should have to earn cruelty.