Kami Garcia

“It’s funny how you can live somewhere your whole life, but not really see it.”

“Laws of physicslaws of loveof time and spaceand the (in)between place(in)between you and meand where we arelost and lookinglooking and lost”

“Wait, I got it. We, uh, won the battle and lost the war, or was it the other way around? 'Cause around here, it's hard to tell sometimes.”

“I want you here. I don't care if it's a hundred degrees and every blade of grass dies. Without you, none of that matters to me.”

“The right thing and the easy thing are never the same.”

“I had never been this mad at her before. It was one thing to be attacked by someone you hated, but this was something else. This was the kind of hurt that could only be inflicted by someone you loved, who you thought loved you. It was sort of like being stabbed from the inside out.”

“Books?" Ridley looked disgusted. "Carry?”

“Her voice, unfolding like a tiny bright memory in the darkest, furthest corner of my mind.”

“I start with a beat sheet, which is more of an abbreviated outline. It hits all the major plot points. From there, I move to note cards. But the most important part of my process is my inspiration board.”

“There was a choice to be made, and Lena hadn't made it. The songs never lied. At least, they hadn't yet.”

“They really hate you, yes they do. They hate everyone, how 'bout you?”

“The guy thought he was Mick Jagger. I felt bad for him.”

“One thing I’d realized in the last year was that there were some things no one could give you permission to do. All the same, it didn’t mean you couldn’t or shouldn’t do them— particularly when it came to the big things, like saving the world, or journeying to a supernatural seam between realities, or bringing your boyfriend back from the dead.”

“If you could imagine the color of anger, it had been splashed over every wall. Rage, something dense and seething, was hanging from every chandelier, resentment woven into thick carpets padding the room, hatred flickering underneath every lampshade. The floor was bathed in a creeping shadow, a particular darkness that had seeped up into the walls.......”

“Her eyes were like the sea before a storm on the Carolina coast.”

“The stuffs you're good at and the stuffs you're bad at are just different parts of the same thing. Same goes for people you love and the people you don't. And the people who love you and the people who don't. The only thing that mattered was that you cared about a few people.”

“I guess the sky in real life isn’t actually perfect. Maybe that’s what makes it so perfect.”

“You climbed into my window in the middle of the night. So, either you're some kind of Vampire or some kind of Perv. Which is it?”

“I am the Lilum. Time. Truth. Destiny. The Endless River. The Wheel of Fate. You do not command me.”

“Maybe magic wasn’t the magic thing, when you grew up with it”