Did no one tell him that pain lives in this sand, dug in and watered with our blood?
Maggie Stiefvaterthe intermittent breeze carried her scent to me again and again , singing in another language of memories from another form .
Maggie StiefvaterThe big thing in my family growing up is that everybody had to play a musical instrument. We were like the von Trapps.
Maggie StiefvaterPeeling off my skin / leaving just my eyes behind / You see inside my head / Still know that you are mine.
Maggie Stiefvater