Past conversations were slowly realigning in Blue's head, taking on new shades of meaning as they did.

They were not creating a mess. They were just slowly illuminating it.

Adam understood, then, that Gansey and Blue’s awe changed this place. Ronan and Adam may have seen this place as magical, but Gansey and Blue’s wonder made it holy.

It is not the outside of people that bothers me, but the inside.

I just don't— Ronan. My ears are bleeding!"Ronan turned down the music.

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

Violence was a disease Gansey didn't think he could catch. But all around him, his friends were slowly infected.

(Malory, unhopeful: "I don't suppose you have any tea?" Jesse: "DO YOU WANT EARL GREY OR DARJEELING?" Malory: "Oh, sweet heavens!")

I don't believe in raw evil." Noah said, "It doesn't care if you believe in it

She stood on the ledge of his smile and looked over the edge.

Adam mused, “Incorruptus. I never thought anyone would use that word to describe Lynch.” Ronan looked as pleased as a pit viper ever could.

People want what was best about the world.

Even the smallest tender mercy can bring peace when recognized and appreciated.

Accustom yourself continually to make many acts of love, for they enkindle and melt the soul.

Nothing good ever comes from worrying or sitting there feeling sorry for yourself... Keep positive and keep pushing on and things will turn good.

Isn't the fulfillment of our duty towards our neighbor an expression of deepest desire?

All the passions make us commit faults; love makes us commit the most ridiculous ones.

As I get older, my childhood self becomes more accessible to me, but selectively, in images as stylized and suspect as moments remembered from a novel read years ago.

We are dependent on God's power through every step of our redemption.

[My] goal as an artist is to create increasingly complex images with greater and greater clarity of form and intensity of vision.

The rich are like beasts of burden, carrying treasure all day, and at the night of death unladen; they carry to their grave only the bruises and marks of their toil.