You’d challenge me and lose. You know it, I know it, but you’d still do it. Sometimes your sense of honor confuses the hell out of me.
Hope means you keep on holding to things that won’t ever be so again, and so you bleed an inch at a time until there’s nothing left.
You’re nobody’s rainbow. You’re nobody’s princess. You’re nobody’s doorway but your own, and the only one who gets to tell you how your story ends is you.
Hope means you keep holding on to things that won’t ever be so again.
If anything attacked us, we could just panic at it until it went away.
I really don’t think you should put your hand inside the manticore, dear. You don’t know where it’s been. —Enid Healy
I am so tired of this gothic crap,” I muttered. “Just once, I want to meet the villain in a cheerful, brightly lit room. Possibly one with kittens.
I think the rules where different there. It was all about science, but the science was magical. It didn’t care about whether something could be done. It was about whether it should be done, and the answer was always, always yes.
This isn’t an army marching on the Mists. This isn’t a case you have to solve. It’s just a bunch of nobles coming to puff their chests out at each other an try to look important. Do what I do. Bring popcorn.
Parthenogenesis means never having your mother tell you to stop doing that or you’ll go blind.
Adversity doesn’t exist to make us stronger. Adversity exists because this world is a damn hard place to live. Prove that you’re better than the things it throws at you. Live.
I didn’t look back. Sometimes, not looking back is the only mercy the world has left to show.
My lord was never sane, but he was my love, once. He always will be, somewhere. Wherever it is that the once upon a times go when they die.
Faeries are real. Magic is real. My tendency to greet dangerous situations by plunging in headfirst and seeing how long it takes to get myself covered head to toe in blood is also real.
Some adventures require nothing more than a willing heart and the ability to trip over the cracks in the world.
If you wish to find your answers, you’ll need to begin thinking, not merely reacting.– Lily
We hated each other so well and loved each other so badly…
If something happened to Gillian, I’d rip the world down to save her, even if she spat in my face when I did. That’s what parenthood means.
The night-haunts never lie. They could, if they wanted to, but they don’t really see the point. The truth is so much more dangerous than a lie.
He said that he was sure you would be amendable to this course of action.” April paused, eyes widening, before she said indignantly, “I believe he may have lied to me!
I would love a sandwich,’ said Tybalt, with enough gravity to make it sound like a formal proclamation. Resolved: that we will have ham and cheese sandwiches.
You want to go back, and so you hold on to the habits you learned while you were traveling, because it’s better than admitting the journey’s over.
I watch him go, and wonder if being good isn’t its own punishment as much as it’s supposed to be its own reward.
Then he looked back to me, and smiled. It was a terrible expression, filled with edges, and with knives.
But sometimes the pieces fall together the way they want to, and you can’t change the story; all you can do is try to ride it out.
If anyone was going to get themselves murdered to guarantee they would remain the center of attention, it would be him.
For is it not said That Girl Knows No Fear, and Dammit, Fran, She’s Going To Get Herself Et, and This Is From Your Side Of The Family, Jonathan, No One In My Family Has Ever Hugged A Basilisk Before?
Only an idiot would trust a Kelpie this close to the water. Getting on its back with the scent of the sea in the air would be a fast, painful means of suicide, and I’m not a fan of pain.
When Rome burned, the emperor’s cats still expected to be fed on time.
Cats never listen. They’re dependable that way; when Rome burned, the emperor’s cats still expected to be fed on time.
Humanity has always had a flair for guilt by association.
I have a swizzle stick shaped like a little monkey,” announced Rose. “Let’s help the dead man with his problem.
Now, if you will excuse me, a dead woman is trying to convince me to drink something that comes in layers.
This isn’t a place for lies or pretending everything’s all right. We know everything is not all right. If it were, you wouldn’t be here. Now. Where did you go?
Don’t let anyone tell you, ever, that this is a zero-sum game. Your genius does not threaten me. It delights and inspires me.
The Argentine tango isn’t here to play nicely with the other children. The Argentine tango is here to seduce your women, spill things on your rug, and sneak out your bedroom window in the middle of the night.
The mythology warped and twisted back along itself until Buffy Summers, the girl who once railed against the unfairness of being Chosen, looked at a squadron of girls who were just like she’d been and took away their right to Choose.
Call me a sucker for a man who had a great ass who knows how to bake a macaroni casserole and can tolerate six hours of Sesame Street a day.
And you shouldn’t believe all the press about Ouija boards. They can’t be used in an exorcism. Trivial Pursuit can, but that’s another story.
I just feel like we’re starting to interfere on a level that’s sort of . . . extreme.” “But that’s what heroes do.
I just wasn’t sure it was a good idea to approach heroing the way I’d always approached detecting. Can you really shake the world until justice falls out?
I’ve never liked being looked at like I was a hero. I always wind up letting someone down. Sometimes I get lucky. Sometimes the only person who gets hurt is me.
It’s not hard to marginalize people when they’ve already done it to themselves.
Just thinking about how long it’s been since I’ve managed to wind up covered in blood,” I said. “It’s like a new trend. A blood-free trend.
Everyone thinks of them in terms of poisoned apples and glass coffins, and forgets that they represent girls who walked into dark forests and remade them into their own reflections.
I squared my shoulders, trying to ignore the fact that I was standing in the apartment of the sea witch, wearing a fairy-tale prom gown, waiting for the attack of the mermaids.
Clichés are relatives of the fairy tale, and tropes aren’t bad; they go with the territory.
When you’re late in a fairy tale, people wind up dead. And not true-love’s-kiss, glass-coffin-nap-time dead. Really dead, the kind of dead you don’t recover from.
Sure. If she gets mugged, she can just flute them to death.
Even when she slept, she tossed and turned and squirmed, like she was secretly a hurricane forced into a girl-body and told to exist as best she could among people who had no idea what it meant to secretly be a weather pattern.
There is no fighting in the Library. Anyone who starts a fight or responds to a challenge will be thrown out. You may think you can take me. You’re probably right. But none of you can take the Library.
The problem with people who say monsters don’t really exist is that they’re almost never saying it to the monsters.” —Alice Healy