When the end comes, dark and hungry I'll be alone, love When the end comes, black and starving I'll say good-bye, love.-from… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
He'd only been gone two seconds, but the room got brighter when they were together, as if they were two elements that… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
I am alone in the world, and yet not alone enough to make each hour holy. I am lowly in this world,… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
More than anything, the journal wanted. It wanted more than it could hold, more than words could describe, more than diagrams could… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
The room went dark and, after a moment, Grace whispered that she loved me, sounding a little sad. I wrapped my arms… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
There is something very shocking about seeing him standing dark and still on our doorstep. I lean the door a ways. The… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
He was clearly related to Declan: same nose, same dark eyebrows, same phenomenal teeth. But there was a carefully cultivated sense of… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
In a culture defined by shades of gray, I think the absolute black and white choices in dark young adult novels are… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
It seemed like the best weapons in my life had always been the most innocuous: empty plastic bins, a blank CD, an… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
What's that?' Beck shoved his back ineffectually against the glass door, suffering under the weight of a huge box. 'Your brian.' I… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
I could just barely see the dark curve of his shoulder, and something about the shape it made, the gesture it suggested,… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
I am alone in the world, and yet not alone enough to make each hour holy. I am lowly in this world,… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
“It’s an enormous sky out there with a lot of stars above it and a lot of folks underneath it, and all… — 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 Image
“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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
Mum once told Dad that vices are only vices when looked at through the frame of society. — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
“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 Image
“That's the one." In Puck Connolly's custody. That might be the last I see of that jacket.” — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
“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 Image