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I’ve been dead for seven years, that’s as warm as they get.

Maggie Stiefvater

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Maggie Stiefvater
Age: 43
Born: 1981
Born: November 18
Novelist
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Harrisonburg
Virginia
Warm
Seven
Dead
Years

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Tommy grabs my waist and swings me around in a circle. I drag my feet because i am opposed to people touching me when I'm not expecting it. Also because it will take more than dancing to cheer me up.
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Do you know how some people can do anything?” “What do you mean?” “I mean, you tell them to write a tune, they give you a symphony right there. You tell them to write a book, they write you a novel in a day. You tell them to move a spoon without touching it, they move it. If they want something, they make it happen. Miracles, almost.
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Knowing what I was, and wanting me, anyway.
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If you never saw the stars, candles were enough.
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Right, sure. Because there's no girls in politics! I have no interest. Voting? What? I forgot my apron. I think I ought to be in the kitchen right now, actually. My rolling pin-
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I guess now would be a good time to tell you, He said. I took Chainsaw out of my dreams.
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Maura whirled towards Blue. Blue, if you ever see that man again, you just walk the other way. No, Calla corrected. Kick him in the nuts. Then run the other way.
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More than anything, the journal wanted. It wanted more than it could hold, more than words could describe, more than diagrams could illustrate. Longing burst from the pages, in every frantic line and every hectic sketch and every dark-printed definition. There was something pained and melancholy about it.
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Don't panic. Are you sitting? You probably don't need to sit. Well, possibly. At least lean on something.
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He smiled tolerantly at her. Rubbing his smooth chin its recently assassinated chin hairs, he studied her. She barely came up to Ronan's shoulder, but she was every bit as big as he, every bit as present.
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I've always loved reading fantasy. I used to pick out all the books in the library that had the little unicorn sticker on the side to show that they were fantasy.
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Hello, lovely. You're as pretty as pretty today.
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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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I don't think I'd like to argue with you, I say. I think it would be a very dissatisfying pastime.
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It occurred to me that there was a story behind the scar -- maybe not as dramatic as the story of my wrists, but a story nonetheless -- and the fact that everyone had a story behind some mark on their inside or outside suddenly exhausted me, the gravity of all those untold pasts.
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Oh, I'll buy fourteen dresses and build a road and name it after myself and try one of everything at Palsson's. Though I don't quite look up, I can still feel his gaze on me. It's a heavy thing, this look of his. He says, What's the real answer?
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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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The journal and Gansey were clearly long acquainted, and he wanted her to know. This is me. The real me.
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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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I'm having a psychic moment. It involves you and me. Distracted, Gansey glanced up from the computer screen. Were you talking to me or Ronan? Either. I'm flexible. Blue made a small, terrible noise. I would appreciate if you'd turn your inner eye towards the water.
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