Kami Garcia
Kami Garcia
Kami Garciais an American writer...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionYoung Adult Author
Date of Birth25 March 1972
CountryUnited States of America
dirty want dirty-talk
I don't want ta hear that kinda dirty talk comin' from you." "What, fanny? Fanny fanny fanny!
nice lying would-be
I would love to say how nice it is to see you again, but that would be a lie. And I am nothing if not honest.
together
When we were together, she turned me completely inside out.
book writing turns
Writing a book is hard. It turns out, writing a second book is twice as hard.
fate
Fate decides until challenged by the fated
kissing salt sugar
You end up taking your sugar with your salt and your kicks with your kisses.
humorous toilets crap
You're so full of crap, you could pass for a toilet.
gold bangs sometimes
The poems are all wrong. It's a bang, a really big bang. Not a whimper. And sometimes gold can stay.
writing punishment paper
In history, she wasn't there while we reenacted the Lincoln-Douglas Debate, and Mr. Lee tried to make me argue the Pro-Slavery side, most likely as punishment for some future liberally minded paper I was bound to write.
block book writing
Here’s the million-dollar question: how are you going to write this book if you’re afraid to start writing? Give your friend Doubt a name, and then block his calls.
moving hair magic
I watched for her hair to curl, the telltale Caster breeze. It didn't move. This wasn't Caster magic she was working. It was another kind altogether. She couldn't charm her way out from under Macon's watch. She would have to resort to older magic, stronger magic, the kind that had worked best on Macon from the time she first moved to Ravenwood. Plain old love.
nice remember ran
I almost ran you down, remember? I have to be nice to you, so you don't have me arrested.
mom book smell
It smelled like aging wood and creosote, plastic book covers, and old paper. Old paper, which my mom used to say was the smell of time itself.
sharks looks hey
Hey Rid?" She stopped and turned to look at him, almost ruefully. Like she couldn't help what she was any more then a shark could help being a shark, but if she could... "Yeah, Shrinky Dink?" "You're not all bad." She looked right at him and almost smiled. "You know what they say. Maybe I'm just drawn that way.