Kami Garcia (born March 25, 1972) is an American writer.
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.
Age-appropriate makeup? Who are you people? What makeup is age-appropriate for a seven-year-old?
Even when I didn't know anything else about where I was or what I was supposed to be doing. You were my Wayward, even then. Everything always brought me back to you. Everything.
I stared at the creased map on my wall, the thin green line connecting all the places I had read about. There they were, all the cities of my imaginary future, held together with tape and marker and pins. In six months, a lot had changed. There was no thin green line that could lead me to my future anymore. Just a girl.
Writing a book is hard. It turns out, writing a second book is twice as hard.
I was a fine arts major in college, and a painter for many years. And I found that, like writing, art is very similar.
So either your a vampire or a perv. Which is it?
I pulled Lena's necklace out of my pocket. I let the charms roll around in my palm, but they were tangled and meaningless without her. The necklace was heavier than I imagined, or maybe it was the weight of my conscience.
Flying or falling, it's up to us.
She was my destination. I was always on the way to Lena, even when I wasn't. Even when she wasn't on her way to me.
I'll love you until the day after forever.
It’s funny how the good things are all tied up with the bad. Sometimes it’s hard to tell which is which. But either way, you end up taking your sugar with your salt and your kicks with your kisses.
Lying on the ceiling. Refusing to go to school. Not opening up to me. Climbing water towers. "No, she's all right. "
He could feel it immediately when his shoulder snapped - the intense pain of his bones cracking. His skin tightened, as if it could no long hold whatever was lurking inside him. The breath was sucked from his lungs like he was being crushed. His vision began to blur, and he had the sensation he was falling, even though he could feel the rock tearing at his flesh as his body seized on the ground.
Maybe all crows were just creepy.
Don't run away. Im not running away. Im already gone. -Lena and Ethan
Lena Smoothed her hair. "Crazy weather you have down here.
Knowing you don't have much time left changes things. You get kind of philosophical. And you figure things out-more like, they figure themselves out-and everything gets real clear.
It was unbelievable. She was standing there, staring at him like he was a real rock star.
Old things are better than new things, because they've got stories in them, Ethan.