We dance, we dance. You hold the thread of my soul. You spin, you spin. And you unravel the part from the whole. We laugh, we laugh. I'm so far from where I began. I fall, I fall. And I forget that I am.-from Golden Tongue:The Poems of Steven Slaughter
Maggie StiefvaterThe way Gansey saw it was this: if you had a special knack for finding things, it meant you owed the world to look.
Maggie StiefvaterIt's all you think about, all you talk about, and all you want us to talk about. What in the world would we call something like that? Oh, yeah! An obsession!
Maggie Stiefvater