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 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 amazing how quickly nature consumes human places after we turn our backs on them. Life is a hungry thing.

A true leader invokes the desire to follow in those being led.

All our geese are swans.

I am a self-appointed ambassador for poetry.

Most people have the wrong idea about me because I've been very private.

There was an Old Man of the East, Who gave all his children a feast; But they all ate so much, and their conduct was such, That it killed that Old Man of the East.

The men of action are, after all, only the unconscious instruments of the men of thought.

Furthermore, they had calculated that if 25,000 of them died for every one of us, they would finish with us first, for they were many and we were but few.

I believe that we are saved by the grace of God because he loves us provided that we have faith in Jesus Christ.

The "value" or "worth" of a man is, as of all other things, his price; that is to say, so much as would be given for the use of his power.