Kami Garcia Quotes

And you couldn’t control who you loved, even if you wanted to. That had been Genevieve’s problem with Ethan Carter Wate. It had been Uncle Macon’s problem with Lila, Link’s with Ridley. Probably even Ridley’s with Link. Love was how all these knots started to unravel in the first place.

It was unbelievable. She was standing there, staring at him like he was a real rock star.

I suppose I am a snob. I loathe towns. I loathe townspeople. They have small minds and giant backsides. Which is to say, what they lack in interiors they make up in posteriors.

I almost ran you down, remember? I have to be nice to you, so you don't have me arrested.

surrounded by strangers who love me (un)strangers made strange by pain

Sixteen moons, Sixteen years Sixteen of your deepest fears Sixteen times you dreamed my tears Falling, Falling through the years

the whole way down, I was only thinking one thing . . . L E N A

Macon, wet from the raindrops for the first time.

So either your a vampire or a perv. Which is it?

Everything in Gatlin was rigged. Why would the carnival games be any different?

It’s funny how the good things are all tied up with the bad. Sometimes it’s hard to tell which is which. But either way, you end up taking your sugar with your salt and your kicks with your kisses.

You end up taking your sugar with your salt and your kicks with your kisses.

So he's like a human compass? As far as superpowers go, that's pretty lame. You're like the Caster equivalent of Aquaman.

I want you here. I don't care if it's a hundred degrees and every blade of grass dies. Without you, none of that matters to me.

They're headed for some place called the Great Barrier." "A place that doesn't exist." Liv was shaking her head, checking the rotating dials on her wrist. Link pushed away his plate, still covered with food. "So let me get this straight. We're gonna go down into the Tunnels and find this moon outta time with Liv's fancy watch?" "Selenometer." Liv didn't look up from copying numbers from the dials into her red notebook.

When everything seems like its changed…its because things have." Ethan Wate in Beautiful Creatures.

Age-appropriate makeup? Who are you people? What makeup is age-appropriate for a seven-year-old?

She was my destination. I was always on the way to Lena, even when I wasn't. Even when she wasn't on her way to me.

We are given to the great, for great purpose, to great ends. We are given to the grave, for grave purposes, to grave ends.

As I followed him along the sharp black stones, I could hear Link's voice in my head. "Bad move, man. He's gonna kill you, stuff you, and add you to his collection of idiots who followed him back to his creepy cave

Evil doesn't always have one face, Ethan.

Nobody the dead man & Nobody the living Nobody is giving in & Nobody is giving Nobody hears me but just Nobody cares Nobody fears me but Nobody just stares Nobody belongs to me & Nobody remains No Nobody knows nothing All that remains are remains

I smiled at her, but she was already lost in thought, looking around the library as if it held all the answers to all our problems.

I don't want ta hear that kinda dirty talk comin' from you." "What, fanny? Fanny fanny fanny!

Don’t think so. We all make our choices, and those choices have consequences.

There is a point. I don't know what it is, but everything I've had, and everything I've lost, and everything I felt-it meant something. Maybe there isn't a meaning to life. Maybe there's only a meaning to living. That's what I've learned. That's what I'm going to be doing from now on. Living. And loving, as sappy as it sounds

It's the face the world sees, the one you can change as many times as you want

Knowing you don't have much time left changes things. You get kind of philosophical. And you figure things out-more like, they figure themselves out-and everything gets real clear.

And have her back by midnight. " "Is that some powerful Caster hour?" "No. It's her curfew.

Arelia looked up at Macon. "It's not the house that protects her. It's the boy. I've never seen anything like it. No Caster can come between them.

Think of me as the praying mantis of the supernatural world. Aren't those the bugs that bite the heads off the males? Link looked skeptical. Yes. Then they eat them

Summer School: Never stop learnin' if you want to stop earnin'. I'm reasonably sure there G's in learning and earning.

It smelled like aging wood and creosote, plastic book covers, and old paper. Old paper, which my mom used to say was the smell of time itself.

They really hate you, yes they do. They hate everyone, how 'bout you?

It wasn't about how she looked, which was pretty, even though she was always wearing the wrong clothes and those beat-up sneakers. It wasn't about what she said in class--usually something no one else would've thought of, and if they had, something they wouldn't have dared to say. It wasn't that she was different from all the other girls at Jackson. That was obvious. It was that she made me realize how much I was just like the rest of them, even if I wanted to pretend I wasn't.

no light no dark no you no me know light know dark know you know me

You're incredibly, absolutely, extremely, supremely, unbelievably different.

The Sisters were Southern Baptist, and they went to church on Saturdays and Sundays, and most other days, too.

Exactly. They're stupid. Who cares?" "I care. They bother me. And that's why I'm stupid. That makes me exponentially more stupid than stupid. I'm stupid to the power of stupid." She waved her hand. The moon blew away. "That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard." I looked at her out of the corner of my eye.

Sometimes everyone does the right thing and there's still a mess left to clean up. Someone has to take responsibility for it.

I would love to say how nice it is to see you again, but that would be a lie. And I am nothing if not honest.

Obviously the whole Wayward thing hasn't been explained to you properly. You don't have any superpowers. You can't leap over tall buildings in a single bound or fight Dark Casters with your magic cat. Basically, you're a glorified tour guide who's no better equipped to face a bunch of Dark Casters than Mary P. over here -Ridley

Nothing in my life is a coincidence.

There was a choice to be made, and Lena hadn't made it. The songs never lied. At least, they hadn't yet.

I walked over and picked up one of the jugs. "What's this? Some kind of Caster disinfectant?" Lena took it out of my hand and lined it up with the others. "Yeah, it's called bleach.

We're gonna be late for English, and I gotta take these pantyhose off on the way. I'm gettin' a serious wedgie.

My mom was there, in some form, in some sense, in some universe. My mom was still my mom, even if she only lived in books and door locks and the smell of fried tomatoes and old paper. She lived.

Lies, lies are the place where darkness grows.