whether they'll write the story of my life as a tragedy or an epic fantasy... I was wondering if it was going to be a kiss at the end, or sad music and a sweeping camera shot over the fields I once roamed freely. I'm hoping for the kiss, but expecting the sweeping camera shot.

“Unrequited love," I'd say. He'd look at me sideways in that cunning way he did …”

“Get some money, buy a red coffeepot, move out. Find a new place to plug it in.”

“Is it still a secret if nobody caresif having the knowledge in no way impairs”

“Gansey turned the key. The engine turned over once, paused for the briefest of …”