“We all, one day, realize that we’re not going to be kids forever and we’re going to grow up.”

“What’s going on with your face, by the way?”Gansey rubbed his chin, rueful. His skin felt reluctantly stubbled. He knew he was being diverted, but he allowed it. “Is it growing?”“Dude, you aren’t really going to do that beard thing, are you? I thought you were joking. You know that stopped being cool in the fourteen century or whenever it was that Paul Bunyan lived.” Ronan looked over his shoulder at him. He was sporting the five o’clock shadow that he was capable of growing at any time of the day. “Just stop. You look mangy.”“It’s irrelevant. It’s not growing. I’m doomed to be a man-child.”“If you keep saying things like ‘man-child,’ we’re done,” Ronan said. “Hey, man. Don’t let it get you down. Once your balls drop, that beard’ll come in great.”

“It was about falling asleep with Sam's chest pressed against my back so I could feel his heart slow to match mine. It was about growing up and realizing that the feel of his arms around me, the smell of him when he was sleeping, the sound of his breathing -- that was home and everything I wanted at the end of the day. It wasn't the same as being with him and we were awake.”

“holding tight, denying the fact that eventually we all had to let go.”

“Folded in my arms you're a butterfly in reverseyou're giving up your wings and inheriting my curseyou're letting go ofme you're letting go”

“All these perfect days, made of glassPut on the shelf where they can castperfect shadows that stretch and growon the imperfect days down below.... perfect shadows that shift and glow...... perfect shadows that shift and grow...""Sam singing on page 256 of Linger.”

“One day a wolf bit a man and the man caught it. Magic or science, it's all the same. The only thing magical about it is that we can't explain it." ~Sam”