Seah

“And on the seventh day, the Lynch brothers discovered they were friends once more.”
― 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

“ 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 paradise, this summer, it had been a dream. One didn’t integrate dreams into waking life. One went away, woke up, and then returned to the dream only at night. They were separate.
“I know I’m going,” Adam said, repeating the thing he’d said over and over, “but I’ll always come back, as long as you’re here.”
“I’ll be here,” Ronan said. “I’ll always be here.”
They kept saying it. The less true it felt, the more they said it.
Magic is about intention. So are conversations.”
― Maggie Stiefvater, Greywaren