Sean, as always, gets by on one word while everyone else needs five or six.
I feel a strange, fierce squeeze in my heart when I see him, like pride, although there’s nothing about Sean that I can take credit for.
Once upon a time, this moment – this last light of the evening the day before the race – was the best moment of the year for me. The anticipation of the game to come. But that was when all I had to lose was my life.
The only thing is, the more I see him and Corr together, the more I think of how unbearable it would be for Sean to lose him. But we can’t both win.
She had a short fuse this morning, because it was a day that ended with y, you see.
We all, one day, realize that we’re not going to be kids forever and we’re going to grow up.
There was nothing particularly intimate about the way they sat, but something about the scene made Gansey feel strange, like he’d heard an unpleasant statement and later forgotten everything about the words but the way they had made him feel.
It’s a strange thing, to be talked about instead of talked to.
It’s only because I’ve lived with brothers that I realize, after a moment, that he’s not looking outside but rather inside, wrestling with something inside himself. And there’s nothing for it but to wait.
As always, there was an all-American war hero look to him, coded in his tousled brown hair, his summer-narrowed hazel eyes, the straight nose that ancient Anglo-Saxons had graciously passed on to him. Everything about him suggested valor and power and a firm handshake.
Delia was an overbearing cake with condescending frosting, and frankly, I was on a diet.
It was the stop that happened when you made up your mind to confess, but your mouth betrayed you in the end.
I think that’s a mercy of this island, actually, that it won’t give us our terrible memories for long, but let us keep the good ones for as long as we want them.
I’d always thought I was above being fascinated by anyone but myself.
Gansey turned the key. The engine turned over once, paused for the briefest of moments – and then roared to deafening life. The Camaro lived to fight another day. The radio was even working, playing the Stevie Nicks song that always sounded to Gansey like it was about a one-winged dove.
Watch for the devil. When there’s a god, there’s always a legion of devils.
He cared for languages dead long enough that they wouldn’t change on him.
Sometimes Ronan thought Adam was so used to the right way being painful that he doubted any path that didn’t come with agony.
Boys like him didn’t die; they got bronzed and installed outside public libraries.
He was struck by the details of the moment. This was something he needed to remember, when he dreamt. This feeling right here: heart thudding, pollen sticky on his fingertips, July pricking sweat at his breastbone, the smell of gasoline and someone else’s charcoal grill.