Kami Garcia
Kami Garcia
Kami Garciais an American writer...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionYoung Adult Author
Date of Birth25 March 1972
CountryUnited States of America
guy understanding goes-on
In the wake of my talk with Earl, we had come to a mutual understanding about Lena, the only kind guys ever come to. Meaning, I hadn’t brought it up, and they hadn’t brought it up, and between us, we somehow all agreed to go on like this indefinitely. Don’t ask, don’t tell.
lying thinking guy
So why did I think about her every second? Why was I so much happier the minute I saw her? I felt like maybe I knew the answer, but how could I be sure? I didn't know, and I didn't have any way to find out. Guys don't talk about stuff like that. We just lie under the pile of bricks.
guy jagger felt
The guy thought he was Mick Jagger. I felt bad for him.
guy
The guys were going down one road, and I was going down another.
thinking guy kind
These are the kinds of things a guy thinks about when he visits his own grave.
actual characters collect objects relate
At the beginning of a new project, often before I do any actual writing, I collect photos, quotes, song lyrics, and even objects that relate to the characters or the world I'm creating.
action dive everyday experience journey life love needs reader turn upside
As much as I love to dive into the action early, I think the hero's journey is important - the idea that the reader needs to experience the protagonist's everyday life before you turn that world upside down.
crazy ifs
It's crazy what you see if you aren't really looking.
believe sight lasts
Do you believe in love after last sight?
forever way minutes
I wanted to stay this way forever. Which, it turns out, was exactly five more minutes.
rain tears red
red plastic rain her tears stain
boys men bird
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.
fall flying
Flying or falling, it's up to us.
book reality rivers
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.