Opal (The Raven Cycle, #4.5)

by Maggie Stiefvater

“I can’t hold it all in my head at the same time,” he’d said once. “What I want it to be. I can’t make a new one without the old one to help me focus. What’s the phrase for that?” “Self-defeating,” Adam had replied. “Fuck you. Catch-22. That’s what I meant.”

Summer had animalness in it, though, just like a human, and so it too eventually had to die.

Sometimes bad ideas were so bad they looped right around until they became good ideas.

It was funny how a dream really just contained the absolute best and absolute worst parts of the animal world. She’d been so afraid of the absolute worst that she’d forgotten how she missed the absolute best.