Kami Garcia Quotes

It's hard to imagine a place like that really exists. People have been judging me my whole life.

Maybe all crows were just creepy.

Your bird drinks whiskey and eats tobacco?" The old man frowned."Just be lad he doesn't like eatin' scrawny boys that don't know their way 'round the Otherworld.

Flying or falling, it's up to us.

I may have been a Wayward, but my way was full of people who loved me. They were the only way I knew

I watched the way they looked at each other. Any idiot could see they were in love, even if they were the only two idiots who couldn't.

Power is neither good nor evil.

falling not flying one lost muddy shoe like the lost worlds between me and you

Was it really so far-fetched to think that words had a way of shaping a person's whole life?

It was all so clear now. Like everything had been lost in darkness, and then the sun came out. Some moments are like that.

They shouldn't call death passing on. They should call it leveling up. Because the game only got harder once I lost. And I was more than a little worried it had only just begun.

There are lots of things we choose not to see. Doesn't mean they aren't there, even if we wish they weren't.

I smiled at her, but she was already lost in thought, looking around the library as if it held all the answers to all our problems.

Oblivion eyes on a cereal box, the warm blinds of a father lost and last to know lost and last to love last boy lost you can't see even a bubble once it's popped

I wanted to find a place to hide from all of it, where the nightmares and the rivers and reality couldn't find me. For me, that place was always inside a book.

Nightmares end. That's how you know they're nightmares.

A Seer's moon, a Siren's tears, Nineteen Mortal, Wayward fears, Incubus graves and Caster rivers, The Final Page the End delivers.

Even when I didn't know anything else about where I was or what I was supposed to be doing. You were my Wayward, even then. Everything always brought me back to you. Everything.

Aw, come on. I barely speak English, unless we're talking about the Lowcountry kind.

Everything about me remembers everything about you

You need help, and that's what books are for.

Maybe there isn't a meaning to life. Maybe there's only a meaning to living.

A kiss that was every bit as big and every bit as small as a kiss can be.

Was it worth it? Feeling better for a minute or two, knowing that the cold would still be out there waiting?

red plastic rain her tears stain

I don't want ta hear that kinda dirty talk comin' from you." "What, fanny? Fanny fanny fanny!

I only assumed those dresses were costumes, based on the garish nature of the plumage.

South of Somewhere and north of Nowhere.

Sometimes things aren't what they seem and even a Seer can't see what's commin'.

...you cannot punish a wet child for the rain.

It was a promise she knew I might not be able to keep. But I made it anyway because I was going to find a way to make it true.

I would love to say how nice it is to see you again, but that would be a lie. And I am nothing if not honest.

When we were together, she turned me completely inside out.

I was a fine arts major in college, and a painter for many years. And I found that, like writing, art is very similar.

The beginning of a book is always the hardest part for me. I'm a Chapter 3 kind of writer, which means I naturally start at Chapter 3.

Fate decides until challenged by the fated

Here’s the million-dollar question: how are you going to write this book if you’re afraid to start writing? Give your friend Doubt a name, and then block his calls.

It was pretty obvious Lena wanted to be asked. Another mysterious thing about girls- they want to be asked to stuff even if they don't want to go.

Good for you, Ethan." That's what my poor mama would've said. Ma'am.

Until then, you can do what everyone else your age does. Listen to music. Watch the television. Just keep your nose away from those books.

A little-known fact about me: I read all the time.

And have her back by midnight. " "Is that some powerful Caster hour?" "No. It's her curfew.

Laws of physics laws of love of time and space and the (in)between place (in)between you and me and where we are lost and looking looking and lost

In death, lie. In living, cry. Carry me home to remember to be remembered.

It's the face the world sees, the one you can change as many times as you want

I almost ran you down, remember? I have to be nice to you, so you don't have me arrested.

Some things are private, Ethan. Even for grown-ups.

Lena Smoothed her hair. "Crazy weather you have down here.

bent like the branches of a tree broken like the pieces of my heart cracked like the seventeenth moon shattered like the glass in the window the day we met

Don't run away. Im not running away. Im already gone. -Lena and Ethan