Will Garcia Quotes

Me + Love Songs on KOST=embarrassing car jam sesh.

Im obsessed with leather jackets!

I have a collection of lucky pennies, and I like to carry some of them with me. So far, they seem to be working!

I live at Gap Kids; I think they have the cutest stuff. I barely buy anything for myself, but my daughter has quite the collection.

I definitely am afraid of the dark. Somehow, in my mind I can always come up with some horrific stuff to worry about.

I'm perfectly happy doing nothing. I'll hang around the house and take the dog to the park.

You can get fired from any job at any time.

People don't really want to know what happens. They ask you for just a second, but then they don't want to know.

I just enjoy the ride while I have it.

I definitely try to mix humour into anything I do, even if it is into a drama.

I have gotten used to working in the dark and I dig it.

That's always a cool thing to be the voice of what the eyes are seeing. It gives you the role of the Greek chorus and that's always fun to do.

Nothing in my life is a coincidence.

Ethan: I love you, I whispered in her ear. She held my face in her hands and leaned back so she could look at me. Lena: I don't think I could ever love anything the way I love you.

It smelled like aging wood and creosote, plastic book covers, and old paper. Old paper, which my mom used to say was the smell of time itself.

The good and the bad, the sugar and the salt, the kicks and the kisses—what’s come before and what will come after, you and me—

My mom was there, in some form, in some sense, in some universe. My mom was still my mom, even if she only lived in books and door locks and the smell of fried tomatoes and old paper. She lived.

Are you accusing me of reading? ~ Ridley

Writing a book is hard. It turns out, writing a second book is twice as hard.

I really was alone, and the only thing worse than being alone was having everyone else see how lonely you were

Darkness, true darkness, is something more than lack of light.

Ladies first." "Why is it men only say that when it's something horrible or dangerous?

Stupid to the power of stupid.

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.