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“Do we have to do this everyday? Just say you want a therapist for your birthday.”
― Maggie Stiefvater, Mister Impossible

“The statement was meant for effect, and effect it got. Declan gave Matthew his most Declan of faces. He generally used one of two expressions. The first was Bland Businessman Nodding at What You’re Saying While Waiting for His Turn to Talk and the other was Reticent Father with Irritable Bowel Syndrome Realizes He Must Let His Child Use the Public Restroom First. They suited nearly every situation Declan found himself in. This, however, was a third expression: Exasperated Twentysomething Longs to Yell at His Brothers Because Oh My God. He rarely used it, but the lack of practice didn’t make it any less accomplished or any less pure Declan.”
― Maggie Stiefvater, Mister Impossible

“Dudifer, you are saddest dude I have ever met.�� Matthew told him. “It’s like you’re always wet. Seems to me that if I had to learn to be sad, you have to learn to be happy. Why don’t you draw a, I dunno, chinchilla or something, instead of that, uh, thing. Not that its not good.�� ”What’s a chinchilla?�� “You’re sort of a funny person,�� Matthew told him. “You know a lot of stuff but you’re also pretty stupid.”
― Maggie Stiefvater, Greywaren

“…what amazed Matthew about the punch was the fact that it appeared at all. The fact that his hand made a fist and the fist took a journey and the journey ended on Declan’s face. The punch knocked Declan right off the stool and onto his back on the tile floor, fancy brogues pointing at the ceiling light. It knocked the breath right out of him (Matthew heard it) and it knocked the car keys right out of his pocket (Matthew saw it). A second later, his spilled coffee cup rolled off the counter and joined him on the floor with a clatter. It amazed Matthew that his hand, right after punching Declan, snatched the car keys off the floor. It was like he was a whole different person. It was like he was Ronan. “How do you like it?!�� Matthew shouted daringly.”
― Maggie Stiefvater, Greywaren

“The second thing he noticed was the rat. He'd had a long debate with Matthew about rats, back at the DC town house they'd shared a lifetime ago, because Matthew had wanted one. As a pet. Declan had said Matthew wouldn't want one if he'd seen a city rat. Matthew had replied the only thing that was different about a city rat was that no one loved it.”
― Maggie Stiefvater, Greywaren

“He and Matthew would be talking about something entirely different and then suddenly Bryde would break off and be all "consciousness is a map to every place we have ever been and will be and yet no one here will consult it and thus is lost" and Matthew would ask, "Have you ever read anything about clinical depression?”
― Maggie Stiefvater, Greywaren

“Declan Lynch was a liar.

He'd been a liar his entire life. Lies came to him fluidly, easily, instinctively. What does your father do for a living? He sells high-end sports cars in the summer, life insurance in the winter. He's an anesthesiologist. He does financial consulting for divorcees. He does advertising work for international companies in English-speaking markets. He's in the FBI. Where did he meet your mother? They were on yearbook together in high school. They were set up by friends. She took his picture at the county fair, said she wanted to keep his smile forever. Why can't Ronan come to a sleepover? He sleepwalks. Once he walked out to the road and my father had to convince a trucker who'd stopped before hitting him he was really his son. How did your mother die? Brain bleed. Rare. Genetic. Passes from mother to daughter, which is the only good thing, 'cause she only had sons. How are you doing? Fine. Good. Great.

At a certain point, the truth felt worse. Truth was a closed-casket funeral attended by its estranged living relatives, Lies, Safety, Secrets.

He lied to everyone. He lied to his lovers, his friends, his brothers.

Well.

More often he simply didn't tell his brothers the truth.”
― Maggie Stiefvater, Call Down the Hawk

“As the crowds grew thicker, Matthew reached up for Declan's hand.

It was just like that. There was Aurora on one side, Declan on the other, and Matthew could have chosen either, but he held up his hand for Declan instead. He did not question that Declan would want to keep him secure; he just assumed that he would.

Declan looked down at Matthew. Matthew smiled up.

At that moment Declan understood that Matthew was unlike any of the other Lynches. The rest of Declan's family members were knotted with secrets, memories, lives experienced behind masks. Matthew might have been a dream, but nothing about him was pretend. Matthew was the truth.

Declan took his hand and held it tightly.”
― Maggie Stiefvater, Greywaren

“He turned back to Ronan and said, voice quite calm. "You were right. I was wrong. I fucked up. I fucked it all up. Here is the situation. Bryde said I wasn't keeping you from danger, I was keeping you from being dangerous. I don't think--No. I was. That is true. What he said was true. I have been holding you back your entire life because I was afraid. I have been scared shitless every time you fell asleep since I was a kid, and I have been stopping you whenever I can. Not anymore. I am going to New York and I'm going to get a sweetmetal strong enough to wake you up."

Ronan did not move a millimeter, but one of the trails of salt water down his cheek glistened a little as one more tear was added to it.

"Find whoever killed him, Ronan," Declan told him. "Find whoever killed Matthew and make sure they are never happy ever again."

He and his brother never hugged, but Declan put his hand on Ronan's warm skull for a second.

Declan said, "Be dangerous.”
― Maggie Stiefvater, Greywaren

“Declan and Adam had moved on from whatever they’d been talking about and were instead talking about Declan being a bit of a gossip sensation, according to Adam’s latest conversation with Mr. Gray, the Lynch son calling in favors and making himself useful in the market, going legit for a year. Rumor was people were courting him for jobs. Were they? Matthew couldn’t tell if he should have been able to tell that by Declan’s constant brisk texting and phone calls. “Even if that were true,�� Declan said, “I’m not getting into that world.��

Adam laughed in a hollow way. “You aren’t in it already?”
― Maggie Stiefvater, Mister Impossible

“That was when Matthew punched him.

It amazed him, the punch. Not the shape of the blow. Niall had taught all the boys to box when they were much younger, and although Matthew hadn't used this knowledge until then, it turned out his hands and arms and shoulders still remembered it in some deep, subconscious way.

No, what amazed Matthew about the punch was that it appeared at all. The fact that his hand made a fist and the fist took a journey and the journey ended on Declan's face. The punch knocked Declan right off his stool and onto his back on the tile floor, fancy brogues pointing at the ceiling light. It knocked the breath right out of him (Matthew heard it) and it knocked the car keys right out of his pocket (Matthew saw it). A second later, his spilled coffee cup rolled off the counter and joined him on the floor with a clatter.

It amazed Matthew that his hand, right after punching Declan, snatched the car keys off the floor. It was like he was a whole different person. It was like he was Ronan.

"How do you like it?!" Matthew shouted daringly.”
― Maggie Stiefvater, Greywaren

“He couldn't find Matthew. He couldn't find Declan. He couldn't find Adam.

He was trapped here.

All this time, he had judged Declan for being so staid as he took extreme measures to keep his brothers safe. But all this time, that was what Ronan should have been doing. He had so much power before the ley line was shut down. He should have been guarding his family, not the other way around. Instead he acted like a petulant kid. He made up the task of guarding the world, which meant nothing to him, instead of guarding his family, which meant everything to him.”
― Maggie Stiefvater, Greywaren

“This is going to be a story about the Lynch brothers.

There were three of them, and if you didn't like one, try another, because the Lynch brother others found too sour or too sweet might be just to your taste. The Lynch brothers, the orphans Lynch. All of them had been made by dreams, one way or another. They were handsome devils, down to the last one.”
― Maggie Stiefvater, Call Down the Hawk

“Where were you really?" Declan asked. When Ronan just raised an eyebrow, Declan said, "Fine, don't tell me. I assume you're just blowing off everything I told you about not chasing trouble, because that's what you do, isn't it? I keep my head down and you dream up a fucking skywriter that says 'kill me please.'"

"Goes to show," Ronan said, "you don't need a priest in the house for a sermon. We still hitting the zoo?"

Declan, to Ronan's surprise, grabbed both of Ronan's arms and propelled him to the doorway of the nave via biceps. Ronan could feel his brother's fingers digging into him. It had been a long time since either of them had landed a fist on each other's faces, but Ronan remembered it in the pressure of those fingertips.

Declan hissed in his ear, "You see that kid there? Head down? You know him, right, your baby brother? I don't know where the hell you really were, but while you were there, that kid was putting the pieces together. While you were out doing fuck all with yourself, he figured out you dreamt him. So no, we are not. Still. Hitting. The. Zoo.”
― Maggie Stiefvater, Call Down the Hawk

“The Lynch brothers, the brothers Lynch. In a way, the Lynch brothers had always been the most important and truest definition of the Lynch family. Niall was often gone, and Aurora was present but amorphous. Childhood was the three of them tearing through the woods and fields around the Barns, setting things on fire and digging holes and wrestling. Secrets bound them together far more tightly than friendship ever could, and so even when they went to school, they remained the Lynch brothers, the brothers Lynch. Even after Niall died and Ronan and Declan had fought for a year, they'd remained tangled together, because hate binds as strongly as love. The Lynch brothers, the brothers Lynch.

Ronan didn't know who he would be without them.”
― Maggie Stiefvater, Call Down the Hawk

“You save all the smart things to talk about with her and then just point out people walking dogs to me.'
'Do you or don't you like it when I point out dogs?' Declan asked.”
― Maggie Stiefvater, Mister Impossible