"When I was a teen, I thought I would have to choose between my writing or my music or my art, but it turns out it's a difficult juggling game but I can do all of them."

"The truth is, I feel myself being fascinated and repelled by her: She's both a mirror of myself and a door to part of this island that I'm not."

"My wolf was a cute guy and he was holding my hand. I could die happy."

"I remembered standing in the middle of the street in front of The Crooked Bookshelf, filled with the certainty of a future. I had heard the wolves howling behind the house and remembered how glad I had been to be human."

"If one squinted in Cabeswater long enough, in the right way, one could see secrets dart between the trees. The shadows of horned animals that never appeared. The winking lights of another summer's fireflies. The rushing sound of many wings, the sound of a massive flock always out of sight. Magic."

"Gansey had once told Adam that he was afraid most people didn't know how to handle Ronan. What he meant by this was that he was worried that one day someone would fall on Ronan and cut themselves."

"Ronan," Noah said, "I have a super bad feeling.""It's called being dead," Ronan replied."

"I didn't know how I could live with that knowledge, without it eating me up, without it poisoning every happy memory I had of growing up. Without it ruining everything Beck and I had.I didn't understand how someone could be both God and the devil. How the same person could destroy you and save you. When everything I was, good and bad, was knotted with threads of his making, how was I supposed to know whether to love or hate him?"

"I saw her face then, and I recognized something of myself in her expression. Her eyes flicked over the shelves, seeking possibilities for escape."

"Adam, on the other end of the boat, looked extremely unimpressed with Ronan's lack of heat tolerance. "I didn't say anything. "Whatever, man, Ronan replied. "I know that face. You were born in hell, you're used to it."

"It was her eyes and my eyes and I felt a surging sensation of rightness, of saying the right thing at the right time to the right person."

"This new world was a vicious, sleek world made of street lights and tight jeans, sharp smiles and fast cars. This was a city, edited. A city, pared down to its bare minimums, beautiful and abusive."

"It's not about fancy literary prizes. It's not about seeming impenetrable or smart or high fallutin. I'm not trying to impress anyone. I am trying to make you feel a story, that's all."

"Ronan said, "I'm always straight."Adam replied "Oh, man, that's the biggest lie you've ever told."

"Adam stopped by one of the beasts near the front; its shoulder was taller than him, its great skull even higher, and above it all spread a set of antlers that seemed massive in comparison even to the giant skeleton. It was beautiful."

"If I were a tree, I would have no reason to love a human."

"I was wild and tame and pulled into shreds and crushed into being all at once."

"I slowly wipe my bloody hand a crossed my jacket and draw my switch blade from my pocket. I show it to him. Mutt regards it with contempt. "How is it you're thinking you'll stop e with that wee thing?" The blade snaps out audibly. Mutt would not be the largest thing to die on the slender point of it. "I don't think I'll stop you," I say. "I think that you will cut my horse and then when you come out of that stall, I will use this to cut your heart out and hand it to you."

"I missed the sound of her shuffling her homework while I listened to music on her bed. I missed the cold of her feet against my legs when she climbed into bed.I missed the shape of her shadow where it fell across the page of my book. I missed the smell of her hair and the sound of her breath and my Rilke on her nightstand and her wet towel thrown over the back of her desk chair. It felt like I should be sated after having a whole day with her, but it just made me miss her more."

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

"I had spent so much of life being afraid or living the memory of being afraid."

"His mind was logical, but his traitorous heart stuttered from beat to beat."

"Peeling off my skin / leaving just my eyes behind / You see inside my head / Still know that you are mine."

"Wie lange braucht man jeden Tag, bis man sich kennt.""How long it takes us, each day, to know each other."

"I didn't know what to say. It kind of hurt just to look at her, in a way i'd forgotten. Sort of like a splinter - not when you first get it under your skin, but the slow ache after it has been taken out."

"We have to be back in three hours," Ronan said. "I just fed Chainsaw but she'll need it again.""This," Gansey replied "is precisely why I didn't want to have a baby with you."

"Boys", she says, "just aren't very good at being afraid."

"Because you have only known me for like fourteen seconds and seven of those were us making out and you still know more about me than all of my friends in this stupid place."

"I still watch her now, like I always did, and she watches me, her brown eyes looking out from a wolf's face. This is the story of a boy who used to be a wolf, and a girl who became one.I won't let this be my last good-bye. I've folded one thousand paper cranes of me and Grace, and I've made my wish. I will find a cure. And then I will find Grace."

"Isabel had gone silent in a way that shouted the silence to me."

"Grace, who haunted my thoughts when I couldn't dream."

"Being Adam Parrish was a complicated thing, a wonder of muscles and organs, synapses and nerves. He was a miracle of moving parts, a study in survival. The most important thing to Adam Parrish, though, had always been free will, the ability to be his own master.This was the important thing.It had always been the important thing. This was what it was to be Adam."

"Annie looks dreamy, but she always does because she can't see farther than three feet away. Elizabeth looks vaguely angry, but she always does because she can see farther than three feet away."

"It was easier to tell a hero from villain when the stakes were only life or death. Everything in between gets harder."

"It's all you think about, all you talk about, and all you want us to talk about. What in the world would we call something like that? Oh, yeah! An obsession!"

"This is what you get, Maura, for using your DNA to make a baby, Calla said."

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

"Behind him, he heard Ronan say, "I like the way you losers thought Instagram before first aid. Fuck off."

"If one squinted into Cabeswater long enough, in the right way, one could see secrets dart between the trees. The shadows of horned animals that never appeared. The winking lights of another summer's fireflies. The rushing sound of many wings, the sound of a massive flock always out of sight. Magic."

"There was nothing particularly special about her, except that she was good with numbers, and very good at lying, and she made her home in between the pages of books."

"Self-confidence is not the same thing as ego. This is not to say that the two don't (frequently) dance hand in hand down the street, pushing over old ladies in crosswalks and kicking baby kittens. But they are definitely not the same entity. Ego is thinking you have all the answers. Self-confidence is knowing you don't have the answers, but being pretty sure that you will be able to find them."

"Noah had wandered down the aisle, but now he gleefully returned with a snow globe. He stood behind Ronan until he pushed off the shelf to admire the atrocity. "Glitter," whispered Noah reverentially, giving it a shake."

"She tried to ignore that, this close to the man, he had the overpowering chemical scent of a manly shower gel. The sort that normally came in a black bottle, and was called something like SHOCK or EXCITE or BLUNT TRAUMA."

"In the sea, Corr's clumsiness will disappear, his weight cradled by the saltwater. I don't want to say good-bye. I blink to clear my vision and reach up. I pull off his halter. The ocean is his love and now, finally, he'll have it. I back out of the surf. There's a thin, long wail. Corr takes a labored step away from the November sea. And another. He is slow, and the sea sings to us both, but he returns to me."

"When Gansey was polite, it made him powerful. When Adam was polite, he was giving power away."

"Long after the other voices had dropped away, Sam kept howling, very soft and slow.When he finally fell silent, the night felt dead. Sitting was intolerable. I stood up, paced, clenched and unclenched my hands into fists. Finally I took the guitar that Sam had played and I screamed and smashed it into pieces on Dad's desk."

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

"I remembered the pain as clearly as if I were shifting - the pain of loss. I felt the agony of the single moment that I lost myself. Lost what made me Sam. The part of me that could remember Grace's name."

"My whole life, I had thought that my story was, again and again: Once upon a time, there was a boy, and he had to risk everything to keep what he loved. But really, the story was: Once upon a time, there was a boy, and his fear ate him alive."

"The future was getting here faster than I'd expected."