Kami Garcia

My mother was lost to me, but I wasn__ lost. She had anchored me, to Amma, my father, Link, Gatlin, before she left. I felt her in the streets, my house, the library, even the pantry.

In Light there is Dark, and in Dark there is Light.

Sometimes moving forward changes what's behind you.

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.

Life without Ethan was something worse than a nightmare.It was real.So real that I refused to believe it.

I guess the sky in real life isn__ actually perfect. Maybe that__ what makes it so perfect.

I have been bent and broken, but__ hope__nto a better shape.

There__ something about sitting alone in the dark that reminds you how big the world really is, and how far apart we all are. The stars look like they__e so close, you could reach out and touch them. But you can__. Sometimes things look a lot closer than they are.

We don't get to chose what is true. We only get to choose what we do about it.

My brain tried to process it while my heart focused on beating.

History was a bitch sometimes. You couldn__ change where you were from. But still, you didn__ have to stay there. You didn__ have to stay stuck in the past, like the ladies in the DAR, or the Gatlin Historical Society, or the Sisters. And you didn__ have to accept that things had to be the way they were, like Lena.

Dig deep. Find your way to your soul.

I care. They bother me. And that's why I'm stupid. That makes me exponentially more stupid than stupid. I'm stupid to the power of stupid.

I wanted to stay this way forever.Which, it turns out, was exactly five more minutes.

You can read minds, and you didn't tell me?_ Link stared at me like he just found out I was the Silver Surfer. He rubbed his head nervously. __ey, man, all that stuff about Lena? I was yankin_ your chain._ He looked away. __re you doin_ it now? You're doin_ it, aren't you? Dude, get out of my head._ He backed away from me and into the bookshelf.__ can't read your mind, you idiot.

Stairway to Hell or Yellow Brick Road? Why don't you give your Magic 8 Ball a shake and see if it's ready to play again.

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?

Well? Is it true? Did she?""Did she what?""You know. Fall outta the crazy tree and hit every branch on the way down?