Quotes from Kami Garcia

Lena's hair was sticking out in about fifteen directions, and her eyes were all small and puffy from crying. So this was what girls looked like in the morning. I had never seen one, not up close.

I only assumed those dresses were costumes, based on the garish nature of the plumage.

But I was beginning to feel like it all fit together, the same way everything in the bowl ends up in the bisquits, as Amma would say.

Any book is a Good Book, and wherever they keep the Good Book safe is also the House a the Lord.

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

Stupid to the power of stupid.

Power is neither good nor evil.

She leaned into my shoulder. "Maybe you don't have to be a Caster to have power." I pushed her hair behind her ear. "Maybe you just have to fall for one.

No, I'm too busy trying to deflect your Power of Stupidity. But I don't think I'm strong enough.

She had the power to destroy. I had only seen the power to love. When you discovered both, who could figure out what to do with that?

we love what we love and who we love who we love and why we love why we love and find a falling shoelace knotted and strung between the fingers of strangers

I'll never love you anymore than I do, right this second. And I'll never love you any less than Ido, right this second.

Because life goes on, L. The birds do their thing, and the bees do theirs. Seeds get scattered, and everything grows back.

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

Maybe there isn't a meaning to life. Maybe there's only a meaning to living.

Nothing in my life is a coincidence.

It's hard to imagine a place like that really exists. People have been judging me my whole life.

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

I believe the term you're searching for is smoking jacket. I find, now that I have whole days of sunshine ahead of me, I've discovered there is more to life than formal haberdashery.

I loved her, atom by atom, one burning cell at a time.

Macon, wet from the raindrops for the first time.

moments bleed together, no span to time

It smelled like aging wood and creosote, plastic book covers, and old paper. Old paper, which my mom used to say was the smell of time itself.

A little-known fact about me: I read all the time.