Kami Garcia
Kami Garcia
Kami Garciais an American writer...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionYoung Adult Author
Date of Birth25 March 1972
CountryUnited States of America
crazy weather hair
Lena Smoothed her hair. "Crazy weather you have down here.
mama poor said
Good for you, Ethan." That's what my poor mama would've said. Ma'am.
girl mysterious-things want
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.
promise might able
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.
beautiful mistake believe
Ethan Wate: What I can't figure is, you go to church everyday, how do you believe in all of this and still believe in God? Amma: God created all things didn't he? Only man will decide which ones is mistakes. - Beautiful Creatures
children rain wet
...you cannot punish a wet child for the rain.
girl wall cities
I stared at the creased map on my wall, the thin green line connecting all the places I had read about. There they were, all the cities of my imaginary future, held together with tape and marker and pins. In six months, a lot had changed. There was no thin green line that could lead me to my future anymore. Just a girl.
fall new-girl acknowledge-you
You're not the only one falling
dirty want dirty-talk
I don't want ta hear that kinda dirty talk comin' from you." "What, fanny? Fanny fanny fanny!
together
When we were together, she turned me completely inside out.
light darkness
Darkness, true darkness, is something more than lack of light.
block book writing
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.
stupid
Stupid to the power of stupid.
heart shadow trying
She didn't say a work, and I gave up trying, because you couldn't hear either one of us over the shattering noise of hearts breaking and the looming shadow of the last word, the one we refused to say.