Sam came around the side of the car and stopped dead when he saw me. “Oh my God, what is THAT?” I used my thumb and middle finger to flick the multicolored pom-pom on top of my head. “In my language, we call it a HAT. It keeps my ears warm.” “Oh my God,” Sam said again, and closed the distance between us. He cupped my face in his hands and studied me. “It’s horribly cute.” He kissed me, looked at the hat, and then he kissed me again. I vowed never to lose the pom-pom hat.
I always listen to you. Except when I don't. - Maggie Stiefvater
I always listen to you. Except when I don't.
- Maggie Stiefvater
Now I am the unknown, the unknowable. - Maggie Stiefvater
Now I am the unknown, the unknowable.
Not all. Some of them he probably lectured to death. - Maggie Stiefvater
Not all. Some of them he probably lectured to death.
We don't have time to be sad - Maggie Stiefvater
We don't have time to be sad
Some days seem to fit together like a stained glass window. A hundred little pieces of different color and mood that, when combined, create a complet… - Maggie Stiefvater
Some days seem to fit together like a stained glass window. A hundred little pieces of different color and mood that, when combined, create a complet…
The world needs more love at first sight. - Maggie Stiefvater
The world needs more love at first sight.
But by blood, no wolf am I - Maggie Stiefvater
But by blood, no wolf am I
I have a certain avoidance of reality that makes fantasy an ideal choice for me. - Maggie Stiefvater
I have a certain avoidance of reality that makes fantasy an ideal choice for me.
It is possible to be in love with you just because of who you are. - Maggie Stiefvater
It is possible to be in love with you just because of who you are.
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