I'd found heaven and grabbed it as tightly as I could, but it was unraveling, an insubstantial thread sliding between my fingers, too fine to hold.
Maggie StiefvaterMy whole life, I had thought that my story was, again and again: Once upon a time, there was a boy, and he had to risk everything to keep what he loved. But really, the story was: Once upon a time, there was a boy, and his fear ate him alive.
Maggie StiefvaterIt felt wrong to be so proud of something that I had absolutely nothing to do with, but I couldn't help myself.
Maggie Stiefvater