She asked, Okay, wait, so why is Ronan at the library?Cramming, Noah said. For an exam on Monday.It was the nicest thing Blue had ever heard of Ronan doing.
Don’t panic. Are you sitting? You probably don’t need to sit. Well, possibly. At least lean on something.
Ronan said, I’m always straight.Adam replied Oh, man, that’s the biggest lie you’ve ever told.
Life’s pain. You just have to get over as much of it as you can.
-Isabel Culpeper
What are you wishing for?’ Grace interrupted. ‘To kiss you,’ I said to her.
And then I opened my eyes and it was just Grace and me – nothing anywhere but Grace and me – she pressing her lips together as though she were keeping my kiss inside her, and me, holding this moment that was as fragile as a bird in my hands.
I just looked at her, feeling utterly empty. I didn’t know what I was supposed to say to her. My life is in that bed. Please let me stay.
Adam smiled cheerily. Ronan would start wars and burn cities for that true smile, elastic and amiable.
We almost always can point to that hundredth blow, but we don’t always mark the ninety-nine other things that happen before we change.
She was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen, a tiny, bloody angel in the snow, and they were going to destroy her.
Fate, Blue replied, glowering at her mother, is a very weighty word to throw around before breakfast.
Right now, it’s hard to imagine that it is raining anywhere in the world.
Did you get notes for me?No, Ronan replied,I thought you were dead in a ditch.
Would we be so enamored with dystopian fiction if we lived in a culture where violent death was a major concern? It wouldn’t be escapism.
Right,’ he said. ‘So it stands to reason there’s something about the line that fortifies or protects a corpse. The soul. The … animus. The quiddity of it.”Gansey, seriously,’ Adam interrupted, to Blue’s relief. ‘Nobody knows what quiddity is.”The whatness, Adam. Whatever it is that makes a person who they are.