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Greywaren
by Maggie Stiefvater
They dreamt of the Forest; the Forest dreamt of them. -pg 3
'Every day I discover more and more beautiful things. It's enough to drive me mad.' Or maybe 'drive one mad.' -pg 61
She was nothing but the shit other people stepped in. -pg 127
"I don't understand, love - are you telling me you just say things because you think I want to hear you say them?"
"Right, yes!" She seemed glad that he'd figured it out, rather than ashamed. "But you see, that's what I thought you were doing, too, for a long time. I thought everyone was. I thought we were all in this grand play on a stage, where it's like when someone asks how you are and you say 'fine,' because that's what you're supposed to say. But it's not really like that, is it? Because when you say you love me, you feel it, don't you? -pg 200
You know this isn't how the world is supposed to be.
It was everywhere and nowhere.
At night, we used to see stars. You could see by starlight back then, after the sun went down. Hundreds of headlights chained together in the sky, good enough to eat, good enough to write legends about, good enough to launch men at.
You don't remember because you were born too late.
Maybe I underestimate you. Your head's full of dreams. They must remember.
Does any part of you still look at the sky and hurt? -pg 306
'Every day I discover more and more beautiful things. It's enough to drive me mad.' Or maybe 'drive one mad.' -pg 61
She was nothing but the shit other people stepped in. -pg 127
"I don't understand, love - are you telling me you just say things because you think I want to hear you say them?"
"Right, yes!" She seemed glad that he'd figured it out, rather than ashamed. "But you see, that's what I thought you were doing, too, for a long time. I thought everyone was. I thought we were all in this grand play on a stage, where it's like when someone asks how you are and you say 'fine,' because that's what you're supposed to say. But it's not really like that, is it? Because when you say you love me, you feel it, don't you? -pg 200
You know this isn't how the world is supposed to be.
It was everywhere and nowhere.
At night, we used to see stars. You could see by starlight back then, after the sun went down. Hundreds of headlights chained together in the sky, good enough to eat, good enough to write legends about, good enough to launch men at.
You don't remember because you were born too late.
Maybe I underestimate you. Your head's full of dreams. They must remember.
Does any part of you still look at the sky and hurt? -pg 306