Mister Impossible (The Dreamer Trilogy #2)

He thought about wanting to feel like he had been made for something more than dying.

Soon there will be no place for the quiet things, the things that undo themselves when they have to shout. Soon there will be no place for secrets, the secrets that lose their mystery when they are uncovered. Soon there will be no place for the strange, no place for the unknown, because everything will be cataloged and paved and plugged in.

The handbook’s called Your Boyfriend Called, He Thinks You’ve Joined a Cult, Please Advise.”

He used to imagine that air was a hug that was always happening

This, Declan thought, was why those kids in the waffle line couldn’t truly be Adam’s bosom friends. Adam was reading intelligence documents about his boyfriend and they were googling celebrity chefs.

Golden Matthew, charming the city. Rebellious Ronan, finally grown into something useful. Cunning Declan, trafficking in art and stories. The Brothers Lynch.

The dreamers would’ve been visible on their perch if anyone had looked up, but no one in this town had looked up for decades.

Funny how a handful of people loving a song you couldn’t stand could make you feel inhuman

Jordan Hennessy was art in front of art in a room that was art in a building that was art in a life that was art, and Declan told himself he had only come here to get his car back.

Is he a witch? Did he say a spell wrong and you appeared and now you’re bound for life?”

“Yeah,” Ronan said. “That one.”