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In his head, his mother said, 'People shout when they don’t have the vocabulary to whisper'.

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Maggie Stiefvater
Age: 42
Born: 1981
Born: November 18
Novelist
Writer
Harrisonburg
Virginia
People
Shout
Whisper
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Head
Mother

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right in this moment, I can´t even remember what unhappy feels like.
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Thery're both iron, isn't that funny? Funny haha or funny strange? James handed them back to me Funny 'occult' Ah. Funny strange James looked at me sternly, Don't start that. I'm supposed to be the humorous one
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Silence was never a wrong answer.
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Knowing what I was, and wanting me, anyway.
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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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The room went dark and, after a moment, Grace whispered that she loved me, sounding a little sad. I wrapped my arms tightly around her shoulders, sorry that loving me was such a complicated thing.
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I was born with these eyes. I was born for this life.
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It was a life I didn’t want to leave behind.It was a life I didn’t want to forget.
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You're not that girl,' Cole said, sounding tired. 'Trust me, I've seen enough of them to know. Look. Don't cry. You're not that girl either.' 'Oh yeah? What girl am I?' 'I'll let you know when I figure it out. Just don't cry.
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Rilke says: Verweilung, auch am Verstrautesten nicht, ist uns gegeben - We are not allowed to linger, even with what is most intimate.
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Death smells like birthday cake.
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He strode over to the ruined church. This, Blue had discovered, was how Gansey got places - striding. Walking was for ordinary people.
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Sam looked at me, yellow eyes catching and holding me. I miss being me. I miss you. All the time.
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Well,” said Ronan, “I hope he likes it. I’ve pulled a muscle.” Gansey scoffed, “Doing what? You were standing watch.” “Opening my hood.
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My parents had always been so careful with me, until the day they decided I needed to die.
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She breathed. This is lovely. It was for Adam, not Gansey, but she saw Gansey glance over his shoulder at her.
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How do you know I wouldn't have just been happy with the truth? I don’t care if my father was a deadbeat named Butternut. It doesn't change anything right now.” “His name wasn't really Butternut, was it?” Gansey asked Adam in a low voice.
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You're the nicest boy ever,, I told him, feeling undeserving and terrible. You didn't have to get me anything. I like thinking about you thinking about me when I'm not around.
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I was suddenly struck by how dissimilar we were. It occurred to me that if Grace and I were objects, she would be an elaborate digital clock, synced up with the World Clock in London with technical perfection, and I’d be a snow globe – shaken memories in a glass ball.
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