Sam:"Okay, what words would you use then?" I leaned back in the seat, thinking, as Sam looked at me doubtfully. He was… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
I was thinking lots of things, but most of them needed to stay thoughts, not words. — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
My words are unerring tools of destruction, and I’ve come unequipped with the ability to disarm them. — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
In his head, his mother said, 'People shout when they don’t have the vocabulary to whisper'. — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
He cared for languages dead long enough that they wouldn’t change on him. — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
He left Chainsaw behind, much to her irritation. Ronan didn't want her to learn any bad language. — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
“What is that other language, by the way?” “We don’t know,” Gansey said, around his straw. “Why is the tea so good… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
I wanted a library like this...[] A cave of words that I'd made myself. — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
the intermittent breeze carried her scent to me again and again , singing in another language of memories from another form . — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
Sam came around the side of the car and stopped dead when he saw me. “Oh my God, what is THAT?” I… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
Again and Again, however, we know the language of love, and the little churchyard with its lamenting names and the staggeringly secret… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
My chest ached, my body speaking a language my head didn't quite understand. I waited. But Grace, the only person in the… — 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