Maggie Stiefvater
Maggie Stiefvater
Maggie Stiefvateris an American writer of Young Adult fiction. She currently lives in Virginia...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionYoung Adult Author
Date of Birth18 November 1981
CityHarrisonburg, VA
CountryUnited States of America
kissing loveless cruelty
Kissing in front of the loveless is an act of cruelty.
horse struggle swimming
With his back to us, Sean tugs the halter from the mare's head. She kicks out, but he steps out of the way as if it were nothing at all. With a shake of her mane, she leaps mightily into the water. For a moment she struggles over the waves, and then she is swimming. Just a wild black horse in a deep blue sea full of the ashes of other dead boys.
giving-up fighting differences
I can't tell the difference," I said. "Between not fighting and giving up.
who-i-am looks thoroughbreds
And I told you before, I'll sell you any of the thoroughbreds.” “I didn't make any of those thoroughbreds. I didn't make them what they are.” “You made all of them what they are.” I don't look at him. “None of them made me who I am.
sorry looks add
Thanks,” I say, and Finn looks uncomfortable. Mum used to say he was like a faerie; he didn't like to be thanked. I add, “Sorry.
believe right-time persons
...sensation of rightness, of saying the right thing atthe right time to the right person, that too-raresensation of having the right thing to say and believing it.
paper
But love isn't quantifiable on paper.
matter
It matters, like this: I belong to Malvern, you don't.
faces remains i-can
Could others hold him?" His face remains the same. "There are no others. You're the only one." I swallow. "I can hold him.
men shut-up potty
Did you just tell that man you went potty on yourself?" "You. Shut. Up,"I hissed back furiously and chucked the scrubs at his head. "Hurry up before they find out I didn't wet myself. You seriously owe me.
boys very-good being-afraid
Boys,' she says, 'just aren't very good at being afraid.
molotov-cocktail cocktails fence
It was possible that I'd thrown one too many Molotov cocktails over God's fence.
two long upset
...and we sat like that, one creature in two bodies, for a long time, until I forgot what I'd been upset about and I was myself again.
dad vices mum
Mum once told Dad that vices are only vices when looked at through the frame of society.