Seah

“ Magic. It’s a cheap word now. Put a quarter in the slot and get a magic trick for you and your friends. Most people don’t remember what it is. It is not cutting a person in half and pulling a rabbit out. It is not sliding a card from your sleeve. It’s not are you watching closely?
If you’ve ever looked into a fire and been unable to look away, it’s that. If you’ve ever looked at the mountains and found you’re not breathing, it’s that. If you’ve ever looked at the moon and stars and felt tears in your eyes, it’s that.
It’s the stuff between stars, the space between roots, the thing that makes electricity get up in the morning.
It fucking hates us.”
― Maggie Stiefvater, Greywaren

“This is a story about the brothers Lynch.
There were three of them, and if you didn't like one, try another, because the Lynch brother others found too sour or too sweet might be just to your taste. The Lynch brothers, the orphans Lynch. All of them had been made by dreams, one way or another. They were handsome devils, down to the last one.”
― Maggie Stiefvater, Greywaren

“There was a strange sort of magic to being a person holding another person after not being held by someone for a long time. There was another strange sort of magic to understanding you'd been using words and silence the wrong way for a long time.”
― Maggie Stiefvater, Greywaren

“As before, his consciousness floated above his physical form, and he found, now, that he was quite sentimental about his human body. Look at that poor asshole lying on that packed dirt, look how lovingly tattooed his skin was, each mark a small confirmation that even though it felt like he hated his life and body, deep down, he wanted to keep it, to redecorate the place to his own liking.”
― Maggie Stiefvater, Greywaren