Kami Garcia Quotes - Page 4

You watch yourself. One day you're going to pick a hole in the sky and the universe is gonna fall right through. Then we'll all be in a fix

Age-appropriate makeup? Who are you people? What makeup is age-appropriate for a seven-year-old?

Writing a book is hard. It turns out, writing a second book is twice as hard.

We are given to the great, for great purpose, to great ends. We are given to the grave, for grave purposes, to grave ends.

the wheel of fate crushes us all

Obviously the whole Wayward thing hasn't been explained to you properly. You don't have any superpowers. You can't leap over tall buildings in a single bound or fight Dark Casters with your magic cat. Basically, you're a glorified tour guide who's no better equipped to face a bunch of Dark Casters than Mary P. over here -Ridley

Oblivion eyes on a cereal box, the warm blinds of a father lost and last to know lost and last to love last boy lost you can't see even a bubble once it's popped

falling not flying one lost muddy shoe like the lost worlds between me and you

Flying or falling, it's up to us.

Was it really so far-fetched to think that words had a way of shaping a person's whole life?

There's something about sitting alone in the dark that reminds you how big the world really is, and how far apart we all are.

I wanted to find a place to hide from all of it, where the nightmares and the rivers and reality couldn't find me. For me, that place was always inside a book.

The beginning of a book is always the hardest part for me. I'm a Chapter 3 kind of writer, which means I naturally start at Chapter 3.

I was a fine arts major in college, and a painter for many years. And I found that, like writing, art is very similar.

I may have been a Wayward, but my way was full of people who loved me. They were the only way I knew

It was all so clear now. Like everything had been lost in darkness, and then the sun came out. Some moments are like that.

They shouldn't call death passing on. They should call it leveling up. Because the game only got harder once I lost. And I was more than a little worried it had only just begun.

Loneliness is holding the one you love When you know you might never hold him again. Even lost in the darkness My heart will find you The soul die at the hand of the one who carries it. If I could find a place to run away Hidden safely, I would be there today. The darkest daylight finds me.

My mom was there, in some form, in some sense, in some universe. My mom was still my mom, even if she only lived in books and door locks and the smell of fried tomatoes and old paper. She lived.

There are lots of things we choose not to see. Doesn't mean they aren't there, even if we wish they weren't.

Was it worth it? Feeling better for a minute or two, knowing that the cold would still be out there waiting?

It wasn't about how she looked, which was pretty, even though she was always wearing the wrong clothes and those beat-up sneakers. It wasn't about what she said in class--usually something no one else would've thought of, and if they had, something they wouldn't have dared to say. It wasn't that she was different from all the other girls at Jackson. That was obvious. It was that she made me realize how much I was just like the rest of them, even if I wanted to pretend I wasn't.

Your bird drinks whiskey and eats tobacco?" The old man frowned."Just be lad he doesn't like eatin' scrawny boys that don't know their way 'round the Otherworld.

You need help, and that's what books are for.

I am a friend. I have in my possession two thousand assorted buttons, eight hundred keys, and only one friend. Perhaps it is not something you can understand. I have not often been one before. I will be now.