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I didn't want normal until I didn't have it anymore
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Maggie Stiefvater
Age: 42
Born: 1981
Born: November 18
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I’ve been dead for seven years, that’s as warm as they get.
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I'd learned a long time ago that one of the finest weapons in my arsenal was my ability to invade personal space
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The trees called to me, urging me to abandon what I knew and vanish into the oncoming night. It was a desire that had been tugging me with disconcerting frequency these days.
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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.
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she waited to change , and i waited to change , and we both wanted what we couldn't have
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What do you mean? Grace Brisbane, you do not mean that you're not going back home again. Tell me that this was just because you were momentarily angry at them for grounding you. Or even tell me it's because you could not live without The Boy's stunning Boyfruits for another night. But don't tell me you think it's forever!
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All these perfect days, made of glass Put on the shelf where they can cast perfect shadows that stretch and grow on the imperfect days down below. ... perfect shadows that shift and glow... ... perfect shadows that shift and grow... Sam singing on page 256 of Linger.
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You know what I mean. I'm telling you I was stupid over it. I thought it was about trying so hard to survive that you didn't have the time to be a good parent. Obviously, that's not it. Because you and I, we're both...wealthy in love.
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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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The walls of the arch are covered with blood-red jellies that wink and glisten at me by the light of the moon. My father told me they were completely harmless. I don't believe him. Nothing is completely harmless.
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When does it happen? It already has, Calla replied. Her eyes opened and fixed on Blue. And it hasn't yet. Time' circular, chicken. We use the same parts of it over and over. Some of us more than others.
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I don't cry at books or movies. Ever. So imagine my shock and awe when I read 'The Time Traveler's Wife' for the second time, and I knew the ending, and I started to cry.
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Counter Girl (in candy shop): You two are cute. Seriously. How long have you been going out? Sam: Six years.
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You really didn't see the sadness or the longing unless you already knew it was there. But that was the trick, wasn't it? Everyone had their disappointment and their baggage only, some people carried it in their inside pockets and not on their backs.
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I don't know if I'd want to be comforted, if I'm being honest. If I'm being forced to eat soot, I want to know that somewhere else in the world, someone else has to eat soot as well. I want to know that soot tastes terrible. I don't want to be told that soot's good for the digestion. And of course, by soot, I mean beans.
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We are shoulder to shoulder due to the size of the cab, and if Gratton is made of flour and potatoes, Sean is made of stone and driftwood and possibly those prickly anemones that sometimes wash up on shore.
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I tried to picture her in a class, any class, anywhere on campus, and failed miserably. I pictured her frolicking in a forest glade around some guy she'd just sacrificed to a heathen god. That image worked way better.
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