When we kissed, it didn't matter that I had been a wolf hours ago, or that I would be a wolf again. It didn't matter that a thousand snares were laid for us as soon as we left this moment. All that mattered was this: our noses touching, the softness of his mouth, the ache inside me.
Maggie StiefvaterOverhead, the stars were wheeling and infinite, a complicated mobile made by giants.
Maggie StiefvaterI was suddenly struck by how dissimilar we were. It occurred to me that if Grace and I were objects, she would be an elaborate digital clock, synced up with the World Clock in London with technical perfection, and Iād be a snow globe ā shaken memories in a glass ball.
Maggie Stiefvater