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Don't give me that look. I'm not trying to find out who you are. I don't care who you are. I just want to know why it is you are the way you are.

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Maggie Stiefvater
Age: 43
Born: 1981
Born: November 18
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Where are Sam and Grace? Ringo left in his car a few hours ago. He must've taken Grace with him. I don't know where they went. You didn't ask? We're not married Cole said, and added, in a more humble tone, yet.
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Books are more real when you read them outside.
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I always listen to you. Except when I don't.
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The tourists always seem to want something. On Thisby, it's less about wanting, and more about being. I wonder after I say it if he'll think I sound like have no drive or ambition.
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We sat like that for a long while, and when we stood up, all my sad things were in boxes, and Beck was my father.
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Sailing to an island unknown Failing to find your way home you walk under a sea leagues beneath us
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Sometimes, your eyes see something your brain doesn't. You pick up a nmewspaper and yourhead gives you a phrase that you didn't consciously read yet. You walk into a room and you realize something's out of place before you've bothered to properly look. I felt that happening now. Sam's thoughts on page 304 of Linger.
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I’ve been dead for seven years, that’s as warm as they get.
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Some days seem to fit together like a stained glass window. A hundred little pieces of different color and mood that, when combined, create a complete picture.
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I wish you could be kissed, Jane,' he said. 'Because I would beg just one off you. Under all this.' He flailed an arm toward the stars.
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I know not to trust anyone, i say. Except... Holly studies my face. You do fancy him, don't you? What a strange, wonderful, repressed place this is.
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Grace, who haunted my thoughts when I couldn’t dream
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I fell asleep to the scent of my wolf. Pine needles, cold rain, earthy perfume, coarse bristles on my face.
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...the sound of our lack of conversation amplified by the echo of our footsteps on the stone around us.
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You'll have to go commando. Is there any other way?
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I think every now and then about Sean’s thumb pressed against my wrist and daydream about him touching me again. But mostly I think about the way he looks at me – with respect – and I think that’s probably worth more than anything.
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I remember [in teenage years] thinking there were a lot of check boxes out there to sort teens into appropriate molds, and they didn't seem to make check boxes for whatever it was that I had grown up into. I definitely explore that a lot in my novels.
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I never taught him to break him thumb. That's Gansey for you. Only learns enough to be superficially competent. Loser, Ronan agreed, and he was himself again.
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I don't think I ever believed in love, not really. Just though it was something James Bond made up, a long time ago, to get laid.
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I try to think of something catchy to say, but there's nothing but irritation that something that was funny yo an eleven-year-old boy is still funny to a seventeen-year-old one.
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