young-adult

His eyes were frighteningly alive, the curve of his mouth savage and pleased. It suddenly didn't seem at all surprising that he should be able to pull things from his dreams.In that moment, Blue was a little in love with all of them. Their magic. Their quest. Their awfulness and strangeness. Her raven boys.

There's a word for an author who doesn't give up... published.

If Liana wanted to fight over Harlow, she was going to lose. Not that I liked him that way. That was to say, I wasn't sure how I felt about Harlow, but it damned sure wasn't up to her to tell me.

Ugh! She cursed her lack of attention to the [mythology] reading. Who could have known that would be the important class?

The only bright corner of my heart, where nothing seemed to hurt, was where Grey was. When I thought of him, I could see a future where I could be happy again, where I might not be just like I was before the Crimson Fever, but at least a version of myself that felt whole.

I can tell you that the only thing in the world that makes sense to me right now is you and me.

One wrong move, one bad rumor, one mistake, and it's social death row. I'm the latest to be sentenced. Move out of the way, everyone. Dead girl walking. -Riley

Given the chance, would I go back? Back to the time when my parents were alive? When my biggest problem was a past-due paper? When I didn't need to know how to take care of myself, ride a horse, or defend someone I loved? Back to the time when I didn't know Grey?

When you make such a large withdrawal of happiness, somewhere you'll have to make an equally large deposit. It all goes back to the universal law of equilibrium.

It ain't over 'til it's over.-Yogi Berra

But do you think our futures are already determined for us?___hy are you asking all of this? What__ going on?__ let out a small laugh. __emember when we were in the hallway?_ He nodded. __ell, Thirteen tried telling me that I couldn__ escape my fate and that there was no point in fighting the inevitable.___o you think it is inevitable?_ he asked.__e?_ I scoffed. __o. Nothing is ever guaranteed. One minor adjustment can alter everything. Nothing is ever set in stone. As of right now, we__e all on one path: we__e all stuck inside of this hell that we__e trying to escape, and it may seem like the outcome has already been determined for us, but it hasn__. The smallest of things could change everything. A death. Deception. Anything could force us to follow another path, and you know what? We determine that path, not fate.___hat path do you see yourself on?_ Colton hopped up onto the computer desk, tucking his hands underneath his thighs.__ see us starting new lives outside of this place, far from McVeigh and his men,_ I answered honestly. __ut I know not all of us will make it out of here. There is still more pain to come our way, but there is also happiness if we allow for it.

People like us were born to change the world. It__ filled with shit. It__ filled with people who did the things they did to you. It__ filled with stupid pointlessness and ignorance and so much mundanity, it makes me want to scream. Don__ you feel it too?

There were many versions of Gansey, but this one had been rare since the introduction of Adam's taming presence. It was also Ronan's favorite. It was the opposite of Gansey's most public face, which was pure control enclosed in a paper-thin wrapper of academia. But this version of Gansey was Gansey the boy. This was the Gansey who bought the Camaro, the Gansey who asked Ronan to teach him to fight, the Gansey who contained every wild spark so that it wouldn't show up in other versions. Was it the shield beneath the lake that had unleashed it? Orla's orange bikini? The bashed-up remains of his rebuilt Henrietta and the fake IDs they'd returned to? Ronan didn't really care. All that mattered was that something had struck the match, and Gansey was burning.

I try to pay bills as efficiently as I can, and work hard, and be comfortable in what I've achieved at the end of each day. And I try, most of all, to be a little easier on myself.

He was protecting me with just the tips of his fingers, like five miniature copies of his heart touching my skin.

He would lay here holding her as long as it took and he didn't really care how long that might be. She was his world now, his priority, the rest of his life could wait as far as he was concerned. As long as he knew she was safe, it would all be okay.

You__e not alone. You__e never alone. Use creativity to change what world you__e in at this moment.

On Algebra - "We're a month into it, and I'm planning to start a real protest movement, one to have X and Y removed from the alphabet. Z is also suspect as far as I'm concerned...Damn it! They put a man on the moon; can't they find some way to end the scourge of Algebra?