So many of the world's problems, he mused, were solved by sheer human decency.

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?

Sleep is just a good idea. I bow to the god caffeine.

The clock moves on and hours pass too quickly

The doors of the world are opened to people who can read.

We are a nation of sheep, and someone else owns the grass.

When for so long you can't get a job for reasons that seem specious, you you finally do have it, you are constantly afraid of losing it.

Teachers teach and do the world good, Kings just rule and most are never understood

The best armor against slander is having an honorable past. A good name is always made of smear-proof material.

A painting is complete when it has the shadows of a god.

The poem began with the title. Then I was annoyed by one of the occasional poetry-is-dead articles. Then I refute that notion.

Every person you meet - and everything you do in life - is an opportunity to learn something.