Quotes by Maggie Stiefvater

It’s not about fancy literary prizes. It’s not about seeming impenetrable or smart or high fallutin. I’m not trying to impress anyone. I am trying to make you feel a story, that’s all.

I still watch her now, like I always did, and she watches me, her brown eyes looking out from a wolfs face. This is the story of a boy who used to be a wolf, and a girl who became one.I wont let this be my last good-bye. Ive folded one thousand paper cranes of me and Grace, and Ive made my wish. I will find a cure. And then I will find Grace.

When youre tired, sleep. Dont watch stupid tv or play games on your phone. Sleep, and then get up early, and do the stuff you hope youll be known for after you die.

Sam- After you were bitten, i knew what would happen. I waited for you to change, every night, so i could bring you back and keep you from getting hurt. Grace- How long did you wait? Sam- I havent stopped.

Youre my change of skin/ my summer-winter-fall/ I spring to follow you/ this loss is beautiful

I thought, possibly, that what I really needed was to go where nobody knew me and start over again, with none of my previous decisions, conversations, or expectations coming with me.

I dont care to be pretty, Blue shot back hotly, I care to look on the outside like I look on the inside.

She stood on the ledge of his smile and looked over the edge.

One thousand brilliant stars punched holes in my consciousness, pricking me with longing. I could stare at the stars for hours, their infinite number and depth pulling me into a part of myself that I ignored during the day.

She tapped out a beat on the edge of the piano as I tripped and plummeted through the refrain of “Spacebar,” trying to translate the synth chords into a piano bit on the fly. It had been a million years since I’d played it.But it was still catchy.Whoever had written this song had known what they were doing.

I stood on my toes and stole a soft kiss from his lips. Surprise attack, I said.Sam leaned down and kissed me back, his mouth lingering on mine, teeth grazing my lower lip, making me shiver. Surprise attack back.Sneaky, I said, my voice breathier than I intended.

I settled on the floor and whispered to Sam, “I want you to listen to me, if you can.” I leaned the side of my face against his ruff and remembered the golden wood he had shown me so long ago. I remembered the way the yellow leaves, the color of Sam’s eyes, fluttered and twisted, crashing butterflies, on their way to the ground. The slender white trunks of the birches, creamy and smooth as human skin. I remembered Sam standing in the middle of the wood, his arms stretched out, a dark, solid form in the dream of the trees. His coming to me, me punching his chest, the soft kiss. I remembered every kiss we’d ever had, and I remembered every time I’d curled in his human arms. I remembered the soft warmth of his breath on the back of my neck while we slept.I remembered Sam.

Sean reaches between us and slides a thin bracelet of red ribbons over my free hand. Lifting my arm, he presses his lips against the inside of my wrist. Im utterly still; I feel my pulse tap several times against his lips, and then he releases my hand.For luck, he says. He takes Doves lead from me.Sean, I say, and he turns. I take his chin and kiss his lips, hard. Im reminded, all of a sudden, of that first day on the beach, when I pulled his head from the water. For luck, I say to his startled face.

What was a kiss without a kiss? It was a tablecloth tugged from beneath a party service, everything jumbled against everything else in just a few chaotic moments. Fingers in hair. Hands cupping necks. Mouths dragged on cheeks and chins in dangerous proximity.

Cole sat back up, slowly, and I opened my eyes. His expression, as ever, was blank, the face he wore when something mattered. He said, Thats how I would kiss you, if I loved you.

Like, when you kiss him, POW, he gets hit by a bear. Totally not your fault. You shouldnt feel bad about that. Its not your bear.

...all she could think was This is how close a kiss is. It felt every bit as dangerous as shed imagined.

All food eaten in anticipation of a kiss is delicious.

Annie looks dreamy, but she always does because she can’t see farther than three feet away. Elizabeth looks vaguely angry, but she always does because she can see farther than three feet away.

Gansey clucked at his bedraggled reflection in the dark-framed mirror hanging in the front hallway. Chainsaw eyed herself briefly before hiding on the other side of Ronans neck; Adam did the same, but without the hiding-in-Ronans-neck bit. Even Blue looked less fanciful that usual, the lighting rendering her lampshade dress and spiky hair as a melancholy Pierrot.