1,704 Quotes by Maggie Stiefvater

It makes sense that there’s a family history for your condition,” he said. “Do you eat all of the men in the family? Where do they go? Does this house have a basement?” Blue stood up. “It’s like boot camp. They can’t hack it. Poor things.” “Poor me,” he said.

You’re getting your weird all over me.

I didn’t think I belonged here in her world, a boy stuck between two lives, dragging the dangers of the wolves with me, but when she said my name, waiting for me to follow, I knew I’d do anything to stay with her.

His wife’s a brand of Christian that forbids a gathering that involves young women dancing in the streets but not races where men die.

It was possible that I’d thrown one too many Molotov cocktails over God’s fence.

Would we be so enamored with dystopian fiction if we lived in a culture where violent death was a major concern? It wouldn’t be escapism.

I started down but Sam caught my arm and knelt down himself to look. “For crying out loud,” he said. “It’s a racoon.” “Poor thing,” I said. “It could be a rabid baby-killer,” Cole told me primly. “Shut up,” Sam said pleasantly.

What are you wishing for?? Grace interrupted. ‘To kiss you,’ I said to her.

Even a small voice is still a voice.