you just can't wait to get out of your head, can you?" "if you were in here you might want that too.
Maggie StiefvaterI sense that his drowning but I don't have any idea of how to start to put my hand into the water and save him.
Maggie StiefvaterI 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.
Maggie Stiefvater