“It was another country. It was a country for the young, a country where you died before you got old.” — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
Not dead-dying. Funny how two things could be so similar and yet so far apart — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
“Did you get notes for me?" "No", Ronan replied,"I thought you were dead in a ditch.” — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
“ Is this how we make our way to death? Blue wondered. A stumbling fade-out instead of a self-aware finale? ” — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
When I was a child, I was one of the kids who wore black all the time, and when the kids asked… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
There was no sun; there was no light. I was dying. I couldn't remember what the sky looked like. But I didn't… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
All you who are in love Aye and can not remove it I pity the pain that you endure. For experience lets… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
“The others slithered and crawled to get her the tanks and the belt, unaware that in order to really get my look,… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
I turned back to my extracurricular study of death and disease. Because no matter what Grace thought, I knew that in Mercy… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
“She was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen, a tiny, bloody angel in the snow, and they were going to… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
Would we be so enamored with dystopian fiction if we lived in a culture where violent death was a major concern? It… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
“The night following the reading, Gansey woke to a completely unfamiliar sound and fumbled for his glasses. It sounded a little like… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
“Nuala, can we just have, like, a cease-fire? I mean, you can go back to calling me an ass and trying to… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
“Strangely, I thought of the emotion I ought to feel without feeling it, as impartial as a National Geographic field researcher, carefully… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
“Ronan was suddenly afraid of him. He was afraid of him in the same way that he was afraid of the night… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
What a grin he had, what ferocious eyes, what a creature he was. He had dreamt himself an entire life and death.… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
“He could not remember the last time he had cried. He did not want to stand and show them his teary face… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
“Jesus," Gansey said. "I can't take this." "Worry is weakness, king," Gwenllian piped up. Silence. Then a hoarse, cutoff shout in an… — 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
