Maggie Stiefvater
I don't care for werewolves. They're all right, I guess, if you go for the shedding, savaging the country-side thing. But they're not very scary nor very sexy and so what's the point?Collection: Sexy
Who need to read about real life when there's dragons. Come on!Collection: Real
I'm fascinated about how past events shape our perception of current events and how they make us the people we are.Collection: Past
I grew up with boys of all kinds - I have two brothers, and I was in a bagpipe band for several years.Collection: Brother
I said uselessly, "Sam, don't go." Sam cupped my face in his hands and looked me in the eyes. His eyes were yellow, sad, wolf, mine. "These stay the same. Remember that when you look at me. Remember it's me. Please.Collection: Eye
That," he said, "is so not the point of this conversation.Collection: Romance
This is sams phone" there was a long,heavy pause, and then: "oh." Another pause. "Youre the girl, arent you? The girl who was in my house?" I tried to think of what i might gain by denying it and drew a blank "yes" do you have a name?" do you?" he gave a short laugh that was completely without humor but not unpleasent. "I think i might like you. Im Beck.Collection: Girl
Afterward, Isabel drove me home and I shut myself in the study with Rilke, and I read and I wanted. And leaving you (there arent words to untangle it) Your life, fearful and immense and blossoming, So that, sometimes frustrated, and sometimes understanding Your life is sometimes a stone in you, and then, a star I was beginning to undertand poetry.Collection: Stars
Death smells like birthday cake.Collection: Cake
Books are more real when you read them outside.Collection: Real
How long?" His smile was amazingly sweet. "The longest." For ever?" Sam's lips smiled, but above his grin, his yellow eyes turned sad, as if he knew it was a lie. "Longer.Collection: Sweet
I didn't think I belonged here in her world, a boy stuck between two lives, dragging the dangers of the wolves with me, but when she said my name, waiting for me to follow, I knew I'd do anything to stay with her.Collection: Boys
And then I opened my eyes and it was just Grace and me - nothing anywhere but Grace and me - she pressing her lips together as though she were keeping my kiss inside her, and me, holding this moment that was as fragile as a bird in my hands.Collection: Eye
Sam: For once in my life, I was here and nowhere else.Collection: Sideburns
It's very ugly' I said generously. 'But it looks as though it would laugh at snow. And, if you hit a deer it would hiccup, and keep going.Collection: Snow
Face flushed, I shook my head and stared at my white-knuckled grip on the bed. Of all my pet peeves, condescending adults were probably at the top of the list.Collection: White
I'd found heaven and grabbed it as tightly as I could, but it was unraveling, an insubstantial thread sliding between my fingers, too fine to hold.Collection: Heaven
If that moment had been a real thing, it would've been a butterfly, flapping and fluttering toward the sun.Collection: Real
Hope hurt more than the cold.Collection: Hurt
Sam:"Okay, what words would you use then?" I leaned back in the seat, thinking, as Sam looked at me doubtfully. He was right to look doubtful. My head didn't work with words very well- at least not in this abstract, descriptive sort of way. Grace:"Sensitive" I tried. Sam translated: "Squishy" Grace:"Creative" Sam:"Dangerously emo" Grace:"Thoughtful" Sam:"Feng shui." I laughed so hard I snorted. Grace:"How did you get feng shui out of thoughtful?" Sam:"You know, because in feng shui, you arrange funiture and plants and stuff in thoughtful ways.Collection: Emo
Grace: The idea was immediately unbearable, only because I wanted it to be true so badly it hurtCollection: Hurt
My chest ached, my body speaking a language my head didn't quite understand. I waited. But Grace, the only person in the world I wanted to know me, just ran a wanting finger over the cover of one of the new hardcovers and walked out of the store without ever realising I was there, right within reach.Collection: Grace
Cole," I said, "Don't lose this number.Collection: Numbers
Because you have only known me for like fourteen seconds and seven of those were us making out and you still know more about me than all of my friends in this stupid place.Collection: Stupid
Avoidance is a wonderful therapyCollection: Wonderful
Scent is the strongest tie to memory.Collection: Memories
Hi,' I said, and I hugged her. I missed her more now that I actually had her in my arms than when I hadn't.Collection: Arms
It was about falling asleep with Sam's chest pressed against my back so I could feel his heart slow to match mine. It was about growing up and realizing that the feel of his arms around me, the smell of him when he was sleeping, the sound of his breathing -- that was home and everything I wanted at the end of the day. It wasn't the same as being with him and we were awake.Collection: Growing Up
"That's a poor match, Sean Kendrick," says a voice at my elbow. It's the other sister from Fathom & Sons, and she follows my gaze to Puck. "Neither of you are a housewife." I don't look away from Puck. "I think you assume too much, Dory Maud." "You leave nothing to assumption," Dory Maud says. "You swallow her with your eyes. I'm surprised there's any of her left for the rest of us to see."Collection: Eye
You two are a strange pair. You are a pair, aren't you?" "We're in training.Collection: Two
I could just barely see the dark curve of his shoulder, and something about the shape it made, the gesture it suggested, filled me with a sort of fierce, awful affection.Collection: Dark
What about us? Can i see you again? You can say no. You'd crush all my hopes and dreams, but it's an option.Collection: Crush
whether they'll write the story of my life as a tragedy or an epic fantasy... I was wondering if it was going to be a kiss at the end, or sad music and a sweeping camera shot over the fields I once roamed freely. I'm hoping for the kiss, but expecting the sweeping camera shot.Collection: Writing
All you who are in love Aye and can not remove it I pity the pain that you endure. For experience lets me know That your hearts are filled with woe It's a woe that no mortal can cure. -"the Curragh of KildareCollection: Pain
you wanted saving didn't you?Collection: Saving
you're like a siren, leading me into dangerous placesCollection: Sirens
Wake me up Wake me up, you said But I was sleeping, too I was dreaming But now I"m waking up Still waking up I can see the sunCollection: Dream
that's because it's from the night, and the night keeps secretsCollection: Night
we're watchers of this world aren't we? not playersCollection: Player
I say, 'I will not be your weakness, Sean Kendrick.' Now he looks at me. He says, very softly, 'It's late for that, Puck.Collection: Weakness
Write the book you've always wanted to read, but can't find on the shelf.Collection: Book
It is the first day of November and so, today, someone will die.Collection: Today
I thought, possibly, that what I really needed was to go where nobody knew me and start over again, with none of my previous decisions, conversations, or expectations coming with me.Collection: Starting Over
I'm so tired I never want to wake up again. But I've figured out now that it was never them that made me feel that way. It was just me, all along.Collection: Tired
Are there any other missing persons living under your roof? Elvis? Jimmy Hoffa? Amelia Earhart? I'd just like full disclosure now, before we go any further.Collection: Missing
It matters, like this: I belong to Malvern, you don't.Collection: Matter
Could others hold him?" His face remains the same. "There are no others. You're the only one." I swallow. "I can hold him.Collection: Faces
The biggest mistake you can make is assuming that creativity will hit you all at once and the muse will carry you to the end of the book on feather wings while Foster the People plays gently in the background. Storytelling is work. Pleasurable work, usually, but it is work.Collection: Mistake
Mother and daughter like spoons in a drawer.Collection: Daughter