Maggie Stiefvater, The Raven Boys

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

"Because it wasn't merely that the trees were speaking to them. It was that the trees themselves were sentient beings, capable of watching their movements. Was it only the trees in this strange wood, or did every tree observe their movements? Had they always been trying to speak to them? There was no way of knowing, either, if the trees were good of bad, if they lived or hatred humans, if they had principles or compassion. They were like aliens, Gansey thought. Aliens that we have treated very badly for a very long time."

"People shout when they don't have the vocabulary to whisper."

"His heart hurt with the wanting of it, the hurt no less painful for being difficult to explain."

"Ronan didn't need physics. He could intimidate even a piece of plywood into doing what he wanted."

"Way back before you were born, Calla and Persephone and I were messing around with things we probably shouldn't have been messing around with--"Drugs"Rituals. Are you messing around with drugs"No. But maybe rituals"Drugs might be better."

"He was kind. People bothered him. He thought we should be more concerned with the world around us and how our actions would affect things years down the road."

"They didn't even had the authority to choose an alcoholic beverage. They couldn't be deciding who deserved to live or die."

"Gansey had always felt as if there were two of him: the Gansey who was in control, able to handle any situation, able to talk to anyone, and then, the other, more fragile Gansey, strung out and unsure, embarrassingly earnest, driven by naive longing."

"...all she could think was 'This is how close a kiss is'. It felt every bit as dangerous as she'd imagined."

"Please just tell me where you are. His heart hurt with the wanting of it, the hurt no less painful fro being difficult to explain."

"The air moved slowly around his body, somehow tangible, gold flaked, every dust mote a lantern."

"Memories are like dreams. You remember how you got to the front of the classroom with no clothes on."

"The key, Gansey found, was that you had to believe that they existed; you had to realized they were part of something bigger. Some secrets only gave themselves up to those who'd proven themselves worthy."

"I am only my money. It is all anyone sees, even Adam."

"Is that all" she whispered. Gansey closed his eyes. "That's all there is."

"Some people envied Ronan’s money. Adam envied his time. To be as rich as Ronan was to be able to go to school and do nothing else, to have luxurious swathes of time in which to study and write papers and sleep. Adam wouldn’t admit it to anyone, least of all Gansey, but he was tired. He was tired of squeezing homework in between his part-time jobs, of squeezing in sleep, squeezing in the hunt for Glendower. The jobs felt like so much wasted time: In five years, no one would care if he’d worked at a trailer factory. They’d only care if he’d graduated from Aglionby with perfect grades, or if he’d found Glendower, or if he was still alive. And Ronan didn’t have to worry about any of that."

"In her small voice, Persephone said, "I have nothing to add." After a moment of consideration, she added, however, "If you are going to punch someone, don't put your thumb inside your fist. It would be a shame to break it."

"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."

"Gansey always thought that, after dark, it felt like anything could happen. At night, Henrietta felt like magic, and at night, magic felt like it might be a terrible thing."