“Once upon a time, there lived a boy, and he had to risk everything to keep what he loved. But really the… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
“Jesus,” Gansey said. “I can’t take this.” “Worry is weakness, king,” Gwenllian piped up.” — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
“Here was a thing he feared: that this strange feeling in his heart-this palpably growing emptiness- would eventually kill him” — 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
Aren't you afraid?' 'Of what?' 'Of losing yourself.' 'That's what I'm hoping for. — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
World of words lost on the living / I take my place with the walking dead / Robbed of my voice I'm… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
“It was against Ronan’s nature to appear overly interested in anything, but he couldn’t help staring at the Gray Man. It was… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
“Fear and rage are not very different when you think about it, two hungry animals that often hunt the same prey—emotion—and hide… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
In the end, you have to write like you're not afraid of the critics. — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
“Here was a thing Beatriz wanted: to devote time to understanding how a butterfly was similar to a galaxy. Here was a… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
The walls of the arch are covered with blood-red jellies that wink and glisten at me by the light of the moon.… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
My whole life, I had thought that my story was, again and again: Once upon a time, there was a boy, and… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
I don't trust the ocean, either; it would kill me as soon as not. It doesn't mean I'm afraid of it. — 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
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