“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
“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 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
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 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
“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
“It was like when you had been unhappy and didn't know it until you weren't anymore.” — 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
“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 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 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
“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
“After an hour, "Gasoline Love" was sounding more like "Turpentine Disinterest.” — 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
“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
