“You could write a book about things that you can't find on-line.”

“Write the book you've always wanted to read, but can't find on the shelf.”

“I'm not done writing songs about you yet.”

“Do you know how some people can do anything?”“What do you mean?”“I mean, you tell them to write a tune, they give you a symphony right there. You tell them to write a book, they write you a novel in a day. You tell them to move a spoon without touching it, they move it. If they want something, they make it happen. Miracles, almost.”

“The way Gansey saw it was this: if you had a special knack for finding things, it meant you owed the world to look.”

“if you were really busy, you could almost forget about it, but when you stopped moving, it was murder”

“You're not going to die," I told her, lifting my head to look at her. "I'm not done writing songs about you yet.”