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“You want to talk? Fine. Talk. Tell me something you've never told anybody else.'

I thought for a moment. 'Turtles have the second-largest brains of any animal on the planet.'

It took Isabel only a second to process this. 'No, they don't.'

'I know that's why I've never told anybody that before.”
― Maggie Stiefvater, Linger

“Voicemail #1: “Hi, Isabel Culpeper. I am lying in my bed, looking at the ceiling. I am mostly naked. I am thinking of â€� your mother. Call me.â€�

Voicemail #2: The first minute and thirty seconds of “I’ve Gotta Get a Message to You� by the Bee Gees.

Voicemail #3: “I’m bored. I need to be entertained. Sam is moping. I may kill him with his own guitar. It would give me something to do and also make him say something. Two birds with one stone! I find all these old expressions unnecessarily violent. Like, ring around the rosy. That’s about the plague, did you know? Of course you did. The plague is, like, your older cousin. Hey, does Sam talk to you? He says jack shit to me. God, I’m bored. Call me.�

Voicemail #4: “Hotel California� by the Eagles, in its entirety, with every instance of the word California replaced with Minnesota.

Voicemail #5: “Hi, this is Cole St. Clair. Want to know two true things? One, you’re never picking up this phone. Two, I’m never going to stop leaving long messages. It’s like therapy. Gotta talk to someone. Hey, you know what I figured out today? Victor’s dead. I figured it out yesterday, too. Every day I figure it out again. I don’t know what I’m doing here. I feel like there’s no one I can —�

Voicemail #6: “So, yeah, I’m sorry. That last message went a little pear-shaped. You like that expression? Sam said it the other day. Hey, try this theory on for size: I think he’s a dead British housewife reincarnated into a Beatle’s body. You know, I used to know this band that put on fake British accents for their shows. Boy, did they suck, aside from being assholes. I can’t remember their name now. I’m either getting senile or I’ve done enough to my brain that stuff’s falling out. Not so fair of me to make this one-sided, is it? I’m always talking about myself in these things. So, how are you, Isabel Rosemary Culpeper? Smile lately? Hot Toddies. That was the name of the band. The Hot Toddies.�

Voicemail #20: “I wish you’d answer.”
― Maggie Stiefvater, Forever

“Poor bastards," Cole said, his gaze still on the stars. "They must get pretty tired of watching us make the same damn mistakes all the time.”
― Maggie Stiefvater, Forever

“Cole,â€� I said, “do you think I’m lovable?â€�
“As in ‘cuddly and�?�
“As in ‘able to be loved,’� I said.
Cole’s gaze was unwavering. Just for a moment, I had the strange idea that I could see exactly what he had looked like when he was younger, and exactly what he’d look like when he was older. It was piercing, a secret glimpse of his future. “Maybe,� he said. “But you won’t let anybody try.�
I closed my eyes and swallowed. “I can’t tell the diference between not fighting,� I said,“and giving up.�
Despite my eyelids being tightly shut, a single, hot tear ran out of my left eye. I was so angry that it had escaped. I was so angry.
Beneath me, the bed tipped as Cole edged closer. I felt him lean over me. His breath, warm and measured, hit my cheek. Two breaths. Three. Four. I didn’t know what I wanted. Then I heard him stop breathing, and a second later, I felt his lips on my mouth. It wasn’t the sort of kiss I’d had with him before, hungry, wanting, desperate. It wasn’t the sort of kiss I’d had with anyone before. This kiss was so soft that it was like a memory of a kiss, so careful on my lips that it waslike a memory of a kiss, so careful on my lips that it was like someone running his fingers along them. My mouth parted and stilled; it was so quiet, a whisper, not a shout. Cole’s hand touched my neck, thumb pressed into the
skin next to my jaw. It wasn’t a touch that said “I need more�. It was a touch that said “I want this.�
It was all completely soundless. I didn’t think either of us was breathing.
Cole sat back up, slowly, and I opened my eyes. His expression, as ever, was blank, the face he wore when something mattered.
He said, “That’s how I would kiss you, if I loved you.”
― Maggie Stiefvater , Forever

“Most people had an acquired kind of beauty, they became better looking the longer you knew them and the better you loved them, but Cole had unfairly skipped to the end of the game, all jaggedly handsome and Hollywood-looking. Not needing any love to get there.”
― Maggie Stiefvater, Linger

“You're assuming they would listen to me," I said.
Cole lifted his hands off the roof of the Volkswagen; cloudy fingerprints evaporated seconds ater he did. "We all listen to you, Sam."
He jumped to the pavement. "You just don't always talk to us.”
― Maggie Stiefvater, Forever

“It sure is ugly.â€�
“Ugly, never hurt a thing.�
I scoffed. “Oh, ugly has hurt some things. It’s just that pretty hurts more.”
― Maggie Stiefvater, Sinner

“Internet: What do you want for your birthday?
Virtual Cole: to stay young forever

Cole texted me:
Actually I want you”
― Maggie Stiefvater, Sinner

“I started down but Sam caught my arm and knelt down himself to look.
"For crying out loud," he said. "It's a racoon."
"Poor thing," I said.
"It could be a rabid baby-killer," Cole told me primly.
"Shut up," Sam said pleasantly.”
― Maggie Stiefvater, Forever

“Food," I suggested. "Sleep. That's what I need. To get the hell away from here."
Cole frowned at me, as if I'd suggested "ducks" and "yoga".”
― Maggie Stiefvater, Forever

“It was like when you had been unhappy and didn't know it until you weren't anymore.”
― Maggie Stiefvater, Sinner

“you just can't wait to get out of your head, can you?"
"if you were in here you might want that too.”
― Maggie Stiefvater, Linger

“I can't change the way I'm made. I'm a performer, a singer, a werewolf, a sinner.”
― Maggie Stiefvater, Sinner

“Luck,â€� Jeremy scoffed softly. “There’s no luck.â€�
“Then what?�
“Your feet take you where you need to be.�
I thought about this. “My feet have taken me to some pretty rough places.�
“That was your dick, dragging your feet along with.”
― Maggie Stiefvater, Sinner

“It's not about the landing. It's about the flying.”
― Maggie Stiefvater, Sinner

“holding tight, denying the fact that eventually we all had to let go.”
― Maggie Stiefvater, Linger

“Now, I was a fan of the simple pleasures in life: grilled cheese sandwiches without black flecks on the crust, jeans that didn't pinch the better parts of me, an inch of vodka, ten to twelve hours of sleep. - Cole St Clair, Forever.”
― Maggie Stiefvater, Forever

“Cole," I said, "Don't lose this number.”
― Maggie Stiefvater, Forever

“I came back because I had to. Because there was nothing wrong in the world except that I was getting older in it. Because Sam and Grace had told me I should go if that was what I
wanted.
What I wanted was:
I wanted.
Isabel â€�”
― Maggie Stiefvater, Sinner

“It wasn’t that I didn’t understand Jeremy getting a new band while I was missing/dead/etc. I was sure I would have done the same thing in his position. Well, I would have started one, not joined one, because I don’t really like team sports unless I’ve invented both the team and the sport.”
― Maggie Stiefvater, Sinner

“When you’re in a band, you spend the first four hundred thousand years of your career dragging around your own crap. Your speakers, speaker stands, mixing head, mics, pickups, power cables, mic cables, speaker cables, instruments, the everything. You forget something, you’re screwed. You break something, you’re screwed. You don’t have a long enough extension cord? Screwed.
Once you hit it big, though �
You’re packing your shit into a late-model Mustang and a pickup truck and hoping you didn’t forget anything.”
― Maggie Stiefvater, Sinner

“I gather/You hunt/We both miss the trap”
― Maggie Stiefvater, Sinner

“After an hour, "Gasoline Love" was sounding more like "Turpentine Disinterest.”
― Maggie Stiefvater, Sinner

“She tapped out a beat on the edge of the piano as I tripped and plummeted through the refrain of “Spacebar,â€� trying to translate the synth chords into a piano bit on the fly. It had been a million years since I’d played it.
But it was still catchy.
Whoever had written this song had known what they were doing.”
― Maggie Stiefvater, Sinner

“What a strange world this was, that I could come here to lose everything about myself, and instead lose everything but me. It was possible that I’d thrown one too many Molotov cocktails over God’s fence. It would be, after all, a divinely ironic punishment to watch me learn to care and then destroy the things I cared about.”
― Maggie Stiefvater, Forever

“I felt a tickle on my skin; it took me a moment to realize that Cole was driving his die-cast Mustang up my arm. He was laughing to himself, hushed and infectious, as if there was still any reason to be quiet. He turned the car around at my shoulder and headed back down to my hand, the wheels skidding a bit when he laughed.
I thought it was the truest thing I'd ever heard from Cole St. Clair.”
― Maggie Stiefvater, Forever

“Mein Herz pumpte flüssiges Sonnenlicht.”
― Maggie Stiefvater, Sinner

“Tomorrow brought exactly what you told it to bring. If you told it nothing, nothing was what you got. I was done with nothing. I wanted something.
No. I wanted everything.”
― Maggie Stiefvater, Sinner

“Era come il sole sulle palpebre e il profumo del mare in bocca quando succhi l'aria tra i denti.”
― Maggie Stiefvater , Sinner