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
tired thinking phones
[I]t just makes me tired even thinking about it. It reminds me of that feeling I had before I left. Like my lungs were made of lead. Like I can't even think about starting to care about anything. Like I either wish that they were all dead, or I was, because I can't stand the pull of all that history between us. That's before I even pick up the phone. I'm so tired I never want to wake up again. But I've figured out now that it was never them that made me feel that way. It was just me, all along.
perfect guy romance
I am not a huge fan of the one-sided pining romances where the guy is a perfect love-object because we don't see inside his head.
love shiver grace-brisbane
It is possible to be in love with you just because of who you are.
self grace overestimate
Sam: “You—you greatly overestimate my self-control.” Grace: “I’m not looking for self-control.
sight world firsts
The world needs more love at first sight.
stars numbers depth
One thousand brilliant stars punched holes in my consciousness, pricking me with longing. I could stare at the stars for hours, their infinite number and depth pulling me into a part of myself that I ignored during the day.
Not all. Some of them he probably lectured to death.
Not all. Some of them he probably lectured to death.
past facts stories
It occurred to me that there was a story behind the scar -- maybe not as dramatic as the story of my wrists, but a story nonetheless -- and the fact that everyone had a story behind some mark on their inside or outside suddenly exhausted me, the gravity of all those untold pasts.
baby want three
We have to be back in three hours', Ronan said. 'I just fed Chainsaw but she'll need it again.' 'This', Gansey replied, 'is precisely why I didn't want to have a baby with you.
giving trying care
Don't give me that look. I'm not trying to find out who you are. I don't care who you are. I just want to know why it is you are the way you are.
offering ears necks
She leaned toward me, offering her neck, and I kissed her just behind her ear.
light color waiting
I smiled at the stacks, inhaling again. Hundreds of thousands of pages that had never been turned, waiting for me. The shelves were a warm, blond wood, piled with spines of every color. Staff picks were arranged on tables, glossy covers reflecting the light back at me. Behind the little cubby where the cashier sat, ignoring us, stairs covered with rich burgundy carpet led up to the worlds unknown. 'I could just live here,' I said.
morning clever order
Good morning. You have a moment?" It's clever the way she says it, not as a question. I would have to contradict her in order to have my moment back. I make a note to use the method in the future.