Kami Garcia
Kami Garcia
Kami Garciais an American writer...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionYoung Adult Author
Date of Birth25 March 1972
CountryUnited States of America
lying home remember
In death, lie. In living, cry. Carry me home to remember to be remembered.
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.
lying school climbing
Lying on the ceiling. Refusing to go to school. Not opening up to me. Climbing water towers. "No, she's all right.
nice lying would-be
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.
lying darkness grows
Lies, lies are the place where darkness grows.
lying book reading
No, books. She would have maybe twenty going at a time, lying all over our house--on the kitchen table, by her bed, the bathroom, our car, her bags, a little stack at the edge of each stair. And she'd use anything she could find for a bookmark. My missing sock, an apple core, her reading glasses, another book, a fork.
lying moving blue
Just as I lay back, she sat up. I sat up, and she flopped back down. Awkward. That was my every move when it came to her. Now we were both lying down, staring up at the blue sky.
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.