There aren’t terrible ideas. Just ideas done terribly.
The front door was locked. “Here, talk to Grace,” I said. “Mommy isn’t going to give me a different answer than Daddy,” Cole said, but I handed her the phone anyway.
Sam handed me my hot chocolate and didn’t answer. But his yellow eyes gazed at me possessively – I wondered if he realized the way he looked at me was far more intimate than copping a feel could ever be.
Cole said, “You’re the only good thing I’ve ever done in my life.” I replied, “I’m sorry I’m such a wreck.
Ronan didn’t sound very interested, but that was part of the Ronan Lynch brand. It was impossible to tell how deep his disinterest truly was.
Blue had two rules: stay away from boys, because they’re trouble, and stay away from raven boys, because they were bastards.
Once upon a time, there lived a boy, and he had to risk everything to keep what he loved. But really the story was: Once upon a time, there lived a boy, and his fear ate him alive.
But really, the Gray Man found that he didn’t want to talk about his work. Not because he was ashamed of it – he was the best that he knew of – but because he was not defined by it.
All of us have secrets in our lives. We’re keepers or keptfrom, players or played. Secrets and cockroaches – that’s what will be left at the end of it all.
All food eaten in anticipation of a kiss is delicious.
Ronan gave in to the brief privilege of hating himself, as he always did in church. There was something satisfying about acknowledging this hatred, something relieving about this little present he allowed himself each Sunday.
Okay, outside,” the clerk said. “Conversation outside. Bye! Have a nice night!
Neither could really help the other find sleep. But sometimes it was better just to know you weren’t the only one awake.
He’d chosen his weapon well: only the truth, untempered by kindness.
People shout when they don’t have the vocabulary to whisper.
The key, Gansey found, was that you had to believe that they existed; you had to realized they were part of something bigger. Some secrets only gave themselves up to those who’d proven themselves worthy.
Sometimes, Gansey felt like his life was made up of a dozen hours that he could never forget.
He waved his bloody finger in a sort of thank-you.
It was like when you had been unhappy and didn’t know it until you weren’t anymore.
Helen was beautiful in the way a supercomputer was beautiful: sleek with elegant but utilitarian styling, full of top-notch technological know-how, far too expensive for most people to possess.