He danced on the knife’s edge between awareness and sleep. When he dreamt like this, he was a king. The world was… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
“Neither could really help the other find sleep. But sometimes it was better just to know you weren't the only one awake.” — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
Sleep deprivation made his life an imaginary thing, his days a ribbon floating aimlessly in water." - Whelk — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
Wake me up Wake me up, you said But I was sleeping, too I was dreaming But now I"m waking up Still… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
Flickering lights anonymous doors my heart escaping in drips i'm still waking up but she's still sleeping this ICU is hotel for… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
Wow, you're never allowed to sleep late again. You're crankier than a fat guy in stilettos. — 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
“A dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
When Ronan thought of Gansey, he thought of moving into Monmouth Manufacturing, of nights spent in companionable insomnia, of a summer searching… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
Have you heard of the legends of sleeping kings? The legends that heroes like Llewellyn and Glendower and Arthur aren’t really dead,… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
“Fall asleep. Yes, you fall asleep. You are awake and then you close your eyes and thoughts press in and lucidity invades… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
Are you high? Why are you never wearing a shirt?" "I sleep naked," Cole said. He put both milk and sugar in… — 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
“Go to sleep,” she murmured, barely audible, hooking her fingers in my T-shirt in a way that didn’t make me think of… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
Hers was a memory made up of snapshorts: being dragged through the snow by a pack of wolves, first kiss tasting of… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
Adam was in the dream, too; he traced the tangled pattern of ink with his finger. He said, "Scio quid hoc est."… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
This time of year, I live and breathe the beach. My cheeks feel raw with the wind throwing sand against them. My… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
It was about falling asleep with Sam's chest pressed against my back so I could feel his heart slow to match mine.… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
Gansey leaned back, head thrown to the side, drunken and silly with happiness. "I love this car," he said, loud enough to… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
“ Want and need were words that got eaten smaller and smaller: Freedom, autonomy, a perennial bank balance, a stainless-steel condo in… — 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
