Maggie Stiefvater

"Is this thing safe?Safe as life, Gansey replied."

"As the hours crept by, the afternoon sunlight bleached all the books on the shelves to pale, gilded versions of themselves and warmed the paper and ink inside the covers so that the smell of unread words hung in the air."

"If I were a tree, I would have no reason to love a human."

"Adam translated, Not death, but his brother, sleep."

"His home was populated by things and creatures from Niall Lynch's dreams, and his mother was just another one of them"

"You don't have to do this, Ronan said. There isn't anything else, man. There's reality. Kavinsky laughed the word. Reality! Reality's what other people dream for you. Reality's where other people are, Ronan replied. He stretched out his arms. What's here, K? Nothing! No one!Just us. There was a heavy understanding in that statement, amplified by the dream. I know what you are, Kavinsky had said. That's not enough, Ronan replied."

"Ronan hadn't known anything about who Adam was then and, if possible, he'd known even less about who he himself was, but as they drove away from the boy with the bicycle, this was how it had begun: Ronan leaning back against his seat and closing his eyes and sending up a simple, inexplicable, desperate prayer to God: Please."

"They're saying that you and Sean Kendrick were burning up the cliffs. Tommy spins me again and grins at me. And when I say you and Sean Kendrick, I mean you and Sean Kendrick. And by burning, I mean burning."

"I stare at him. You can't risk not winning. Not because of me. Sean doesn't lift his eyes from the counter. We make our move when you make yours. You on the inside, me on the outside. Corr can come from the middle of the pack; he's done it before. It's one side you won't have to worry about. I say, I will not be your weakness, Sean Kendrick. Now he looks at me. He says, very softly, It's late for that, Puck."

"... He kissed me again, farther up my neck, and I pushed him back against the wall. My mind searched for the logical thought, a rational life raft before I drowned in wanting to hiss him. I managed, We've only met a few days ago. We don't know each other. Luke released me. How long does it take to know someone?I didn't know. A month? A few months? It sounded stupid to quantify it, especially when I didn't want to believe my own reasoning. But I couldn't just go kissing someone I knew nothing about-- it went against everything I'd ever been told. So why was it so hard to say no?He took my fingers, playing with them in between his own. I'll wait. He looked so good in the half-light under the trees, his light eyes nearly glowing against his shadowed skin. It was useless. I don't want you to. I whispered the words, and before I'd even finished saying them, his mouth was on mine and I was melting under his lips."

"When did you get so smart?He tapped his forehead. Brain transplant. They put in a whale's. I'm passing all my classes with my eyes closed now, but I just can't get over this craving for krill. He shrugged. And I feel sorry for the whale that got my brain. Probably swimming around Florida now trying to catch glimpses of girls in bikinis."

"His lips tasted cool and sharp, peppermint, winter, but his hands, soft on the back of my neck, promised long days and summer and forever."

"Sam laughed, a funny, self-deprecating laugh. You did read a lot. And spent too much time just inside the kitchen window, where I couldn't see you very well. And not enough time mostly naked in front of my bedroom window? I teased. Sam turned bright red. That, he said, is so not the point of this conversation."

"My parents were very permissive when it came to animals. As long as we earned the money to buy them and built whatever structure it was they were going to live in, we could have any kind of pet we wanted. They would have let us have a rhinoceros if we could have afforded it."

"I'm very easily distracted unless I have music on. Listening to music while I brainstorm makes me think of scenes that would fit the mood of the music I'm playing."

"When I was a teen, I thought I would have to choose between my writing or my music or my art, but it turns out it's a difficult juggling game but I can do all of them."

"I saw myself as an outsider as a teen. I was home-schooled and got my G. E. D. when I was 16 I wasn't interested in high school at all and figured that college might be more entertaining."

"I'm just warning you," Neeve said. "Watch out for the devil. When there's a god, there's always a legion of devils."

"I fell for her in summer, my lovely summer girl From summer she is made my lovely summer girl I'd love to spend a winter with my lovely summer girl But I'm never warm enough for my lovely summer girl It's summer when she smiles, I'm laughing like a child It's the summer of our lives; we'll contain it for a while She holds the heat, the breeze of summer in the circle of her hand I'd be happy with this summer if it's all we ever had."

"Self-confidence is not the same thing as ego. This is not to say that the two don’t (frequently) dance hand in hand down the street, pushing over old ladies in crosswalks and kicking baby kittens. But they are definitely not the same entity. Ego is thinking you have all the answers. Self-confidence is knowing you don’t have the answers, but being pretty sure that you will be able to find them."