Sam looked at me, yellow eyes catching and holding me. "I miss being me. I miss you. All the time.
Maggie StiefvaterI remember lying in the snow, a small red spot of warm going cold, surrounded by wolves.
Maggie StiefvaterIt (suicide) became a possibility like Maybe when I grow up, I will be dead. Life was a cake that looked good on the bakery shelf but turned to sawdust and salt when I ate it.
Maggie Stiefvater