His quest was a wolf, and it starved. - Gansey

Adam smiled cheerily. Ronan would start wars and burn cities for that true smile, elastic and amiable.

Pain was a torn piece of paper.

What do you mean Ronan's a magical entity? Is he a demon? Because this all makes sense if so.

Now is the time to make sure we have the strings of all the balloons we want to keep before they all float away.

Wanting to live, but accepting death to save others: that was courage.

I take it we're friends now, " Henry said. "We must be, " Gansey replied. "Jane says it should be so.""It should be so, " Blue agreed.

He trailed through hallways, ducking under arms no longer there, excusing himself as he pressed through conversations long since ended.

Somewhere along the way, during this hunt for Glendower, he'd forgotten to notice how much magic there was in the world. How much magic that wasn't just buried in a tomb. He was feeling it now.

It wasn't that Henry was less of himself in English. He was less of himself out loud. His native language was thought.

I don't care to be pretty, " Blue shot back hotly, "I care to look on the outside like I look on the inside.

Good memories are meant to stay in our hearts forever... -Geena L. Davis

I tried the Atkins diet in the Seventies when pregnant with my son, as I didn't want to pile on the pounds. Now, so long as I'm healthy, I don't care what my scales say.

You know, people speak in poetry all the time. They just don't realize it.

Someday, Will, I will go where none can follow me, and I think it will be sooner rather than later. Have you ever asked yourself why I agreed to be your parabatai?

We oft question and compare.... Is the journey so important or the getting there?

The ultimate arbiter of truth is experiment, not the comfort one derives from one's a priori beliefs, nor the beauty or elegance one ascribes to one's theoretical models.

To find a new word that is accurate and different, you have to be alert for it.

And when the chickens that didn't hatch come home to roost, we will rue the day when, misled by sloppy accounting and rosy scenarios, we gave away the national nest egg.

Maybe we're the fools, for thinking we know things. Maybe humans are the only ones who can deal with the fact that nothing can ever be known at all.

God wants us so badly that he has made the condition as simple as he possibly could: Only believe.