In that moment, Blue was a little in love with all of them. Their magic. Their quest. Their alwfulness and strangeness. Her raven boys.

—— the raven boys

• She wasn’t interested in telling other people’s futures. She was interested in going out and finding her own.
• “Is that all?" she whispered. Gansey closed his eyes. "That’s all there is.”
• The thing was, Henrietta looked like a place where magic could happen. The valley seemed to whisper secrets. It was easier to believe that they wouldn't give themselves up to Gansey rather than that they didn't exist at all. Please just tell me where you are. His heart hurt with the wanting of it, the hurt no less painful for being difficult to explain.
• Even though Ronan was snarling and Noah was sighing and Adam was hesitating, he didn't turn to verify that they were coming. He knew they were. In three different ways, he'd earned them all days or weeks or months before, and when it came to it, they'd all follow him anywhere.
• The only thing was, she didn’t really want to see the future. What she wanted was to see something no one else could see or would see, and maybe that was asking for more magic than was in the world.
• Rags to riches isn’t a story anyone wants to hear until after it’s done.
• She recognized the strange happiness that came from loving something without knowing why you did, that strange happiness that was sometimes so big that it felt like sadness. It was the way she felt when she looked at the stars.
• What happened was they drove to Harry’s and parked the Camaro next to an Audi and a Lexus and Gansey ordered flavors of gelato until the table wouldn’t hold any more bowls and Ronan convinced the staff to turn the overhead speakers up and Blue laughed for the first time at something Gansey said and they were loud and triumphant and kings of Henrietta, because they’d found the ley line and because it was starting, it was starting.
• This Gansey, this story-telling Gansey, was a different person altogether from any of the other versions of him she’d encountered. She couldn’t not listen.
• "You’re looking for a god. Didn’t you suspect that there was also a devil?"
• Gansey was just a guy with a lot of stuff and a hole inside him that chewed away more of his heart every year.
• My words are unerring tools of destruction, and I’ve come unequipped with the ability to disarm them.
• 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 dream thieves

• All of us have secrets in our lives. We're keepers or kept-from, players or played. Secrets and cockroaches — that's what will be left at the end of it all.
• Back then, it had surprised Ronan; he hadn’t realized yet that Gansey could persuade even the sun to pause and give him the time.
• He danced on the knife’s edge between awareness and sleep. When he dreamt like this, he was a king. The world was his to bend. His to burn.
• For Blue, there was family — which had never been about blood relation at 300 Fox Way — and then there was everyone else. When the boys came to her house, they stopped being everyone else.
• He didn’t say what Ronan was thinking, which was that Gansey was far more of a brother to Ronan than Declan had ever been.
• Just then, in that moment, the thought of Gansey leaving for D.C. without him was unbearable. They had been a two-headed creature for so long, Ronan-and-Gansey. He couldn’t say it, though. There were a thousand reasons why he couldn’t say it. “While I’m gone,” Gansey said, pausing, “dream me the world. Something new for every night.”
• Kissing’s a lot like laughing. If the joke’s funny, it doesn’t matter how long it’s been since you last heard one.
• This was home: Henrietta, the Pig, Ronan. Nearly. His thoughts darted toward Adam, toward Blue, and rabbited away.
• He would be Cabeswater’s hands and Cabeswater’s eyes, but he wouldn’t be Cabeswater. He would be Adam Parrish.
• (I am a beautiful thing, shaped for fighting)
• When Ronan thought of Gansey, he thought of moving into Monmouth Manufacturing, of nights spent in companionable insomnia, of a summer searching for a king, of Gansey asking the Gray Man for his life. Brothers.
• Ronan Lynch lived with every sort of secret. His first secret was himself. He was brother to a liar and brother to an angel, son of a dream and son of a dreamer.
• Ronan’s second secret was Adam Parrish.

—— blue lily, lily blue

• Ronan was always saying that he never lied, but he wore a liar’s face.
• Violence was a disease Gansey didn’t think he could catch. But all around him, his friends were slowly infected.
• “I think it’s crazy how you’re in love with all those raven boys.” Orla wasn’t wrong, of course. But what she didn’t realize about Blue and her boys was that they were all in love with one another. She was no less obsessed with them than they were with her, or one another, analyzing every conversation and gesture, drawing out every joke into a longer and longer running gag, spending each moment either with one another or thinking about when next they would be with one another. Blue was perfectly aware that it was possible to have a friendship that wasn’t all-encompassing, that wasn’t blinding, deafening, maddening, quickening. It was just that now that she’d had this kind, she didn’t want the other.
• On the bottom, Ronan’s handwriting labeled it merely: manibus. For your hands.
• Because it was Noah and no one else, Gansey could admit, “I don’t know what I’ll do if I find him, Noah. I don’t know what I’ll be if I’m not looking for him. I don’t know the first thing about how to be that person again.”
• Adam felt Ronan’s eyes glance off him and away, his disinterest practiced but incomplete. Adam wondered if anyone else noticed. Part of him wished they did and immediately felt bad, because it was vanity, really: See, Adam Parrish is wantable, worthy of a crush, not just by anyone, someone like Ronan, who could want Gansey or anyone else and chose Adam for his hungry eyes.
• What was a kiss without a kiss? It was a tablecloth tugged from beneath a party service. Everything jumbled against everything else in just a few chaotic moments. Fingers in hair, hands cupping necks, mouths dragged on cheeks and chins in dangerous proximity.
• Earlier that year, when Blue had first met the boys, there had been a moment when she had been suddenly struck by how she was being drawn into their tangled lives. Now she realized that she had never been drawn in. She had been there all along, together with this woman, and all the other women at Fox Way, and maybe even Malory and his Dog. They were not creating a mess. They were just slowly illuminating the shape of it.
• It was possible that there were two gods in this church.
• Now he could see that it wasn’t charity Gansey was offering. It was just truth. And something else: friendship of the unshakable kind. Friendship you could swear on. That could be busted nearly to breaking and come back stronger than before.
• Humans were so circular; they lived the same slow cycles of joy and misery over and over, never learning. Every lesson in the universe had to be taught billions of times, and it never stuck.
• Adam Parrish was awake. The opposite of awake was supposed to be asleep, but Adam had spent much of the last two years of his life being both at once, or neither. In retrospect, he wasn’t sure he had known what awake really felt like until now.

—— the raven king

• He was a king. This was the year he was going to die.
• Dreamers are to be classified as weapons. Ronan already knew he was a weapon; but he was trying to make up for it.
• Adam was good at many things, but this — what was it even called? Scrying, sensing, magic, magic, magic. He was not only good at it, but he longed for it, wanted it, loved it in a way that nearly overwhelmed him with gratitude. He had not known that he could love, not really. [...] Now that Adam had discovered this feeling in himself, he was more certain than ever that he was right. Need was Adam's baseline, his resting pulse. Love was a privilege. Adam was privileged; he did not want to give it up. He wanted to remember again and again how it felt.
• Making Ronan Lynch smile felt as charged as making a bargain with Cabeswater. These weren't forces to play with.
• "Trees in you eyes," Calla added, more gently than usual "Stars in you heart."
• Adam lived in an apartment located above the office of St. Agnes Catholic Church, a fortuitous combination that focused most of the objects of Ronan's worship into one downtown block.
• His feelings for Adam were an oil spill; he's let them overflow and now there wasn't a damn place in the ocean that woudn't catch fire if he dropped a match. [...] Ronan held out his hand; Adam took it. [...] The ocean burned.
• I can't come? Gansey asked. Yes, you can meet us there in a fancy plane, Henry said. Don't be fooled by his nice hair, Blue interjected, Gansey would hike. And warmth filled the empty caverns in Gansey's heart. He felt known.
• It was this: this moment and no other moment, and for the first time that Gansey could remember, he knew what it would feel like to be present in his own life.
• "Here's what I have learned," Henry said. "If you cannot be unafraid, be afraid and happy."
• Adam smiled cheerily. Ronan would start wars and burn cities for that true smile, elastic and amiable.
• Blue was filled with frustration that her life was so clearly demarcated. Things that were not enough, but that she could have. Things that were something more, that she couldn't.
• "Why do we breathe air? Because we love air? Because we don't want to suffocate. Why do we eat? Because we don't want to starve. How do I know I love her? Because I can sleep after I talk to her."
• Gansey felt that uncanny tugging of time again. That he had lived this moment before, or would live it in the future. Of wanting and having, both the same. He was startled to realize that he longed to be done with the quest for Glendower. He wanted the rest of his life. Until this night, he hadn't really thought that he believed that there was anything more to his life.
• But it wasn't that Henry was less of himself in English. He was less of himself out loud. His native language was thought.
• When Adam kissed him, it was every mile per hour Ronan had ever gone over the speed limit. It was every window-down, goose-bumps-on-skin, teeth-chattering-cold night drive. It was Adam's ribs under Ronan's hands and Adam's mouth on his mouth, again and againd and again. It was stubble on lips and Ronan having to stop, to get his breath, to restart his heart. They were both hungry animals, but Adam had been starving for longer.
• "I am Gwenllian Glen Dwr, and I am the daughter of a king and the daugher of a tree-light, and I did something so that others would do something. That is kingly."
• He was a book, and he was holding his final pages, and he wanted to get to the end to find out how it went, and he didn't want it to be over.
• Gansey's death had been foretold for this year. It was him. It was always going to be him. Glendower was dead. And Gansey kind of wanted to live.
• The choice was death or hurting Adam, which wasn't much of a choice at all.
• Noah crouched over Gansey's body. He said, for the last time, "You will live because of Glendower. Someone else on the ley line is dying when they should not, and so you will live when you should not." Gansey died. "Goodbye," Noah said. "Don't throw it away." He quietly slid from time.
• They had future adventures waiting for them on the ley line. It was a thrilling and terrifying prospect.