Saw him where?" "While I was sitting outside with one of my half aunts." This seemed to satisfy Ronan was well, because he asked, "What's the other half of her?" "God, Ronan," Adam said. "Enough.

I'd always liked jogging because it was a place to think.

It is possible to be in love with you just because of who you are.

While I'm gone," Gansey said, pausing, "dream me the world. Something new for every night.

All that mattered was that something had struck the match, and Gansey was burning.

They were always walking away from him. But he never seemed able to walk away from them.

'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.'

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.

Adam had once told Gansey, "Rags to riches isn't a story anyone wants to hear until after it's done.

I think they're here because I thought they ought to be here," Gansey said. Blue replied sarcastically. "Okay, God.

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

This is what happens when you look back to happiness, this pain, this heart-break, this discontent

Shut lips, sleeping faces, Every stopped machine, The dumb and littered placesWhere crowds have been:.All silences rejoice, Weep (loudly or low), Speak-but with the voiceOf whom, I do not know.

Who you are as a person will only be amplified once you are 'famous, ' so if you had a good heart, then I would imagine you'll have the same good heart but the means to do even more with it.

I think we probably have a racial death wish. We don't understand anything about where we live, and we don't want to.

The night doesn't say to itself, 'Here comes a shooting star to interrupt my peace!'

I'm very grateful to have my kids in my life; they're my greatest teachers. But to pretend it's always easy is just not really true.

I've started to experiment [in the studio] with texturing the canvas, building up the surface with large brushes, palette knife or fingers. I want to say more in my art.

Civil disobedience is an act of love.

Mathematics is the supreme judge; from its decisions there is no appeal.

What is more arrogant than honesty?