“Get the fuck out,” Ronan said, but with admiration. “Sargent, you asshole.” Blue reluctantly allowed him to bump fists with her. […] “I’m not proud of it.” Ronan patted her leg. “I’ll be proud for you.”
“You’re asking me to define an abstract concept that no one has managed to
explain since time began. You sort of sprang it on me,” Gansey said. “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.”
I’m not interested in writing overtly autobiographical songs. I would rather explore interesting stories. I like the idea of the songs being evocative and distinctive, so I have in my mind the atmosphere that a film could evoke. I like to think of them existing in their own little world
It felt like years ago that he had made his bargain with Cabeswater. I will be your hands. I will be your eyes. How horrified Gansey had been, and maybe he had been right. Because here was Adam stripped of all of his options. Rendered so easily and simply powerless. - The Raven King