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His was the disease we couldn’t cure. His was the good-bye that meant the most
Of course he would count the time that we'd been two entirely different species.
No. Not really. A weapon didn't come to an agreement with the hand that held it.
I have a certain avoidance of reality that makes fantasy an ideal choice for me.
It was possible that I'd thrown one too many Molotov cocktails over God's fence.
Life's pain. You just have to get over as much of it as you can. -Isabel Culpeper
As I handed her the bag, the old scars on my wrist throbbed with buried memories.
Aren't you afraid?' 'Of what?' 'Of losing yourself.' 'That's what I'm hoping for.
sloughing my skin / escaping it's grip / stripped of my wit / it hurts to be me .
The inside of the old Camaro smelled like asphalt and desire, gasoline and dreams.
I remember being intrigued by the idea of school-in-a-box, just-add-water-and-Sam.
All that mattered was that something had struck the match, and Gansey was burning.
Boys like him didn't die; they got bronzed and installed outside public libraries.
I tired the back door -- unlocked. Truley the Man Upstairs was smiling down on me.
It was a life I didn’t want to leave behind.It was a life I didn’t want to forget.
I was thinking lots of things, but most of them needed to stay thoughts, not words.
I didn't know," I start truthfully, "that it was the hard way when I started on it.
She had a short fuse this morning, because it was a day that ended with y, you see.
and i was right here , almost right within reach , but still one thousand mile away
Overhead, the stars were wheeling and infinite, a complicated mobile made by giants.
Did no one tell him that pain lives in this sand, dug in and watered with our blood?
He was brother to a liar and brother to an angel, son of a dream and son of a dreamer.
Grace,” I said, very softly. “Say something.” Sam,” she said, and I crushed her to me.
When you were born, the rivers dried up and the cattle in Rockingham County wept blood.
I remember lying in the snow, a small red spot of warm going cold, surrounded by wolves.
Delia was an overbearing cake with condescending frosting, and frankly, I was on a diet.
Mum once told Dad that vices are only vices when looked at through the frame of society.
They were always walking away from him. But he never seemed able to walk away from them.
she waited to change , and i waited to change , and we both wanted what we couldn't have
I guess now would be a good time to tell you," He said. "I took Chainsaw out of my dreams.
While I'm gone," Gansey said, pausing, "dream me the world. Something new for every night.
Sam, I really want to buy a red coffee pot, if they exist," Grace said. "I'll find you one
My parents had always been so careful with me, until the day they decided I needed to die.
Mom, you're the one who said to never stop in case I get raped or picked up by a democrat.
Wow, you're never allowed to sleep late again. You're crankier than a fat guy in stilettos.
That's a depressing and practical thought," Sam said. "I'd rather it was something magical.
There's no such thing as a good book or a bad book. There's a book that matters to a reader.
Neatness makes me feel like I have to be on my best behavior. Clutter is my natural habitat.
In his head, his mother said, 'People shout when they don’t have the vocabulary to whisper'.
We all, one day, realize that we’re not going to be kids forever and we’re going to grow up.
You missed World Hist." "Did you get notes for me?" "No. I thought you were dead in a ditch.
I was losing sight of the wolf ahead of me; the one inside me seemed closer all of a sudden.
When Gansey was polite, it made him powerful. When Adam was polite, he was giving power away.
Sam: “You—you greatly overestimate my self-control.” Grace: “I’m not looking for self-control.
He hadn't realized yet that Gansey could persuade even the sun to pause and give him the time.
His heart hurt with the wanting of it, the hurt no less painful for being difficult to explain.
Finn never looks more excited - he just gets faster. Finns are generally slow-moving creatures.
It's like thinking you're going to heaven, but when you get there it turns out to be Cleveland.
Sean looks at me then, his eyes bright, in a way that makes me feel out of sorts. I glare back.
Grace: The idea was immediately unbearable, only because I wanted it to be true so badly it hurt