I am a beautiful thing, shaped for fighting.

Ronan Lynch lived with every sort of secret.

The inside of the old Camaro smelled like asphalt and desire, gasoline and dreams.

His home was populated by things and creatures from Niall Lynch's dreams, and his mother was just another one of them

It was a sort of ferocious, quiet beauty, the sort that wouldn't let you admire it. The sort of beauty that always hurt.

Reality's what other people dream for you.

I wish you could be kissed, Jane, ' he said. 'Because I would beg just one off you. Under all this.' He flailed an arm toward the stars.

Ronan's second secret was Adam Parrish.

At this, Gansey rolled over onto his back and folded his hands on his chest. He wore a salmon polo shirt, which, in Blue’s opinion, was far more hellish than anything they’d discussed to this point.

The Gray Man hated his current rental car. He got the distinct impression it hadn't been handled enough by humans when it was young, and now it would never be pleasant to be around.

Do you eat all of the men in the family? Where do they go? Does this house have a basement?

It's not other people that hurt us, but what we feel about them

I always take credit for my acts of cruelty. To do otherwise is cowardice.

Our failings sometimes bind us to one another as closely as could virtue itself.

I think quite a bit of organized religion has become big business. Jesus Christ never sold the word of God. He never gave a sermon and then said, 'For $8.99, you can buy the CD.'

If you are flattering a woman, it pays to be a little more subtle. You don't have to bother with men, they believe any compliment automatically.

Habits begin as offhanded remarks, ideas and images. And then, layer upon layer, through practice, they grow from cobwebs into cables that shackle or strengthen our lives.

I answer, Socrates, that rhetoric is the art of persuasion in courts of law and other assemblies, as I was just now saying, and about the just and unjust.

The idea that people should be allowed to decide something about their own fate is just anathema to European elites.

My favorite topping is one that a lot of people don't like. I love anchovies.

While we do not need art to live, I couldn't imagine a life without it.