Kami Garcia
Kami Garcia
Kami Garciais an American writer...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionYoung Adult Author
Date of Birth25 March 1972
CountryUnited States of America
breathe needed
I needed to touch her, like I needed to breathe.
broken sometimes break
Maybe it needed to be broken. Sometimes things have to break before you can fix them.
old-things stories new-things
Old things are better than new things, because they've got stories in them, Ethan.
soul way dig-deep
Dig deep. Find your way to your soul.
happy-birthday girl mean
If a girl says not to get her a birthday present that means get me a birthday present and make sure it's jewelry.
mom book home
The library was home away from home to my mom, and my family. We had spent every Sunday afternoon there since I was a little boy, wandering around the stacks, pulling out every book with a picture of a pirate ship, a knight, a soldier, or an astronaut. My mom used to say, "This is my church, Ethan. This is how we keep the Sabbath holy in our family.
way destination
She was my destination. I was always on the way to Lena, even when I wasn't. Even when she wasn't on her way to me.
creepy crow
Maybe all crows were just creepy.
boys men bird
Your bird drinks whiskey and eats tobacco?" The old man frowned."Just be lad he doesn't like eatin' scrawny boys that don't know their way 'round the Otherworld.
greatness purpose graves
We are given to the great, for great purpose, to great ends. We are given to the grave, for grave purposes, to grave ends.
father eye boys
Oblivion eyes on a cereal box, the warm blinds of a father lost and last to know lost and last to love last boy lost you can't see even a bubble once it's popped
figures
She had the power to destroy. I had only seen the power to love. When you discovered both, who could figure out what to do with that?
strong eye winter
I grabbed Aunt Prue's tiny hand, her fingers as small as bare twigs in winter. I closed my eyes and took her other hand, twisting my strong fingers together with her frail ones. I rested my forehead against our hands and closed my eyes. I imagined lifting my head up and seeing her smiling, the tape and tubes gone. I wondered if wishing was the same thing as praying. If hoping for something badly enough could make it happen.
book reality rivers
I wanted to find a place to hide from all of it, where the nightmares and the rivers and reality couldn't find me. For me, that place was always inside a book.