Poetry Quote by Maggie Stiefvater

“What was it about this man that one minute had me wanting to throw myself at him, climb him like a cat to rub…

— Stephanie Hudson

“This time I did not have to question the source of his snarls and hisses, and of the fear which made him sink his…

— H.P. Lovecraft

“It was the cat, who had the usual talent for hiding from people who like cats and cleaving unto those who have sinus trouble…

— Joe Haldeman

“This so gnawed at him on some nights that he lay awake wondering just how many unknown and similarly inconsequential accidents and bits of…

— Louise Erdrich

“But his singing was unconscious and irrepressible - an expression of his native exuberance, the dreamy, buoyant soundtrack running through his head.”

— Jennifer Haigh

“I must have passed out, because one minute I was biting my bottom lip and fighting back tears and the next I was sleeping…

— Angela Scott

“He thought of nothing. Some thoughts or fragments of thoughts, some images without order or coherence floated before his mind--faces of people he had…

— Fyodor Dostoyevsky

“His pillows crooned a siren song.”

— Evelyn Skye

“We touched the blood of the black cat. We pet the mammoth dog of tears. In the flickering light we were laughing: "necessity conquers…

— Laura Veirs

“He honestly believed, for an instant, that what he'd heard was music-a tune piped, a burble of notes, a little scrap of melody floating…

— Anne Tyler

“He poisoned cats when he was little. He liked to watch them die.”

— Lauren Oliver

“I woke up with Mac smothering my face.  I don’t know what it is about cats and the whole “the rest of the bed…

— Kate Danley