Maggie Stiefvater

The truth is, I feel myself being fascinated and repelled by her: She's both a mirror of myself and a door to part of this island that I'm not.

The world needs more love at first sight.

When Gansey was polite, it made him powerful. When Adam was polite, he was giving power away.

This is what you get, Maura, for using your DNA to make a baby,_ Calla said.

What can't you bear?''This island,' Gabe says. He breathes a long pause between every word he says. 'That house you and Finn are in. People talking. The fish - goddamn fish. I'll smell like them for the rest of my life. The horses. Everything. I can't do it any more.'. . . It feels like he's confessed that he's dying of a disease I've never heard of, with symptoms I can't see.

He keeps getting older while I'm not paying attention.

Sam came around the side of the car and stopped dead when he saw me. __h my God, what is THAT?_ I used my thumb and middle finger to flick the multicolored pom-pom on top of my head. __n my language, we call it a HAT. It keeps my ears warm._ __h my God,_ Sam said again, and closed the distance between us. He cupped my face in his hands and studied me. __t__ horribly cute._ He kissed me, looked at the hat, and then he kissed me again. I vowed never to lose the pom-pom hat.

But I'm not dead," Blue pointed out."BUT YOU ARE PRETTY SHORT.

It is the first day of November and so, today, someone will die.

Ronan Lynch lived with every sort of secret.

His mind was logical, but his traitorous heart stuttered from beat to beat.

I hated this. I hated knowing what I wanted and knowing what was right and knowing that they weren't the same thing.

After everything I'd lived through, I was not going to be reduced to a one-sentence definition.

Please kiss that girl a million times.

There is no better taste than this: someone else's laughter in your mouth.

It was her eyes and my eyes and I felt a surging sensation of rightness, of saying the right thing at the right time to the right person.

There were so many different versions of him. It was countless versions of a song, and they were all original, and they were all true, and they were all right. It should have been impossible. Was I supposed to love them all?

I just don't_ Ronan. My ears are bleeding!"Ronan turned down the music.