“After an hour, "Gasoline Love" was sounding more like "Turpentine Disinterest.” — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
“It sure is ugly.” “Ugly, never hurt a thing.” I scoffed. “Oh, ugly has hurt some things. It’s just that pretty hurts… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
“Poor bastards," Cole said, his gaze still on the stars. "They must get pretty tired of watching us make the same damn… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
“Food," I suggested. "Sleep. That's what I need. To get the hell away from here." Cole frowned at me, as if I'd… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
“Internet: What do you want for your birthday? Virtual Cole: to stay young forever Cole texted me: Actually I want you ” — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
“It was like when you had been unhappy and didn't know it until you weren't anymore.” — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
“I can't change the way I'm made. I'm a performer, a singer, a werewolf, a sinner.” — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
“She tapped out a beat on the edge of the piano as I tripped and plummeted through the refrain of “Spacebar,” trying… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
“Luck,” Jeremy scoffed softly. “There’s no luck.” “Then what?” “Your feet take you where you need to be.” I thought about this.… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
I started down but Sam caught my arm and knelt down himself to look. "For crying out loud," he said. "It's a… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
“I came back because I had to. Because there was nothing wrong in the world except that I was getting older in… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
“It wasn’t that I didn’t understand Jeremy getting a new band while I was missing/dead/etc. I was sure I would have done… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
Now, I was a fan of the simple pleasures in life: grilled cheese sandwiches without black flecks on the crust, jeans that… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
“It was the knowledge that I was surrounded by adluts with lives that I could never imagine living. It was the humming… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
“When you’re in a band, you spend the first four hundred thousand years of your career dragging around your own crap. Your… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
“I felt a tickle on my skin; it took me a moment to realize that Cole was driving his die-cast Mustang up… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
“Cole,” I said, “do you think I’m lovable?” “As in ‘cuddly and’?” “As in ‘able to be loved,’” I said. Cole’s gaze… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
“Voicemail #1: “Hi, Isabel Culpeper. I am lying in my bed, looking at the ceiling. I am mostly naked. I am thinking… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
Sam reached his hand toward mine and I automatically put my fingers in his. With a guilty little smile he pulled my hand toward… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share
“Once upon a time, there lived a boy, and he had to risk everything to keep what he loved. But really the story was:… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share
I think-I need to ask an embarrassing question. Do you think I could borrow a pair of scrubs? I-uh-my pants-" "Oh!" Cried the poor… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share
We dance, we dance. You hold the thread of my soul. You spin, you spin. And you unravel the part from the whole. We… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share
Mum once told Dad that vices are only vices when looked at through the frame of society. — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share
“At least when he was at Aglionby he could turn over his papers to see the grades, concrete proof of his success at something.” — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share
“That's the one." In Puck Connolly's custody. That might be the last I see of that jacket.” — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share
“I asked,”Are you going to pick up next time I call you?” ”I did this time didn’t I?” “Say yes.” “Yes. Conditionally yes.”…... …”What… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share
Tell me what it's like. The race." "What it's like is a battle. A mess of horses and men and blood. The fastest and… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share
“I felt a tickle on my skin; it took me a moment to realize that Cole was driving his die-cast Mustang up my arm.… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share
Happiness isn't something this island yields easily; the ground is too rocky and the sun too sparse for it to flourish. — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share
