In the darkness, he is invisible, but I can still feel him beside me. Sometimes you don't have to see something to know it is there.
Maggie StiefvaterMore than anything, the journal wanted. It wanted more than it could hold, more than words could describe, more than diagrams could illustrate. Longing burst from the pages, in every frantic line and every hectic sketch and every dark-printed definition. There was something pained and melancholy about it.
Maggie StiefvaterI leaned across the table towards the crumb-thrower. "Do that again," I said, loud enough to be heard over the opera singer, Dolly, my mother, and the smell of the breadsticks, "and I will sell your firstborn child to the devil.
Maggie Stiefvater