Top 100 Laini Taylor Quotes
#1. My head feels like a snow globe that's been shaken, and glitter is swirling around in it like unmoored stars.
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#2. I think they both have to be lucky. It's like, luck friction. One's flint and one's steel, striking together to make fire.
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#3. They were tower stairs, a tight corkscrew down. The spiraling descent made Karou dizzy: down, around, down, around, hypnotic, until it seemed as if she were caught in a purgatory of stairs and would go down like this forever.
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#4. Liraz was special. Specially antisocial. Spectacularly, even.
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#5. Nd when he let her go, it was as if she had been filled and didn't realize it until he pulled away and the absence rushed back in.
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#6. The world was carnage. You either suffered it or inflicted it.
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#7. Something was starting to take shape, out of magic and will. Smoke and bone.
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#8. He'd sooner die trying to hold the world on his shoulders than running away. Better always to run toward. And so he did.
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#9. My heart feels zested. Finely shredded and ready to add to cake batter. It doesn't hurt, because it's not there anymore. Like the angel's chest, with her empty heart hole - but without the sparkler.
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#10. Perhaps Fate laid out your life for you like a dress on a bed, and you could either wear it or go naked.
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#11. And that was why she was angry. Because they weren't giving her a reason to be angry.
Feelings. Were. Stupid.
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#12. Now, let's not be hasty,' said Mik 'What exactly is a samurai, really? Do you think that's something we should know before we wish it?'
'Good point. It might turn us both into Japenese men.' She squinted at him. 'Would you still love me if I were a Japenese man?'
'Of course
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#13. She'd poured so much of herself into keeping it buried, sometimes it felt like any energy she might have had for joy or love or light went there instead. You only had so much to give.
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#14. A kiss must end for another to begin, and it did, and did again.
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#15. Being near her was like balancing on a tipping world, trying to keep your footing as the ground wanted to roll you forward, hurl you into a spiral from which there was no recovery, only impact, and it was a longed-for impact, a sweet and beckoning collision.
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#16. That's your evidence? Flimsy. Maybe he secretly fights crime and he's texting infuriating riddles to his nemesis," suggested Karou.
"Yes, I'm sure that's it. Thank you.
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#17. I have no strategy. I just want to skip all this and get to the part where he's my boyfriend. Not to mention, you know, the part where he's aware I exist.
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#18. I might PUNCH you instead and trust that you won't punch me back because of my endearing smallness. It would be like punching a child.
(Or a badger.)
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#19. How often did this happen to people, this not knowing where in the world you were?
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#20. Dialogue is the place that books are most alive and forge the most direct connection with readers. It is also where we as writers discover our characters and allow them to become real.
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#21. How could you tell if your instincts were just hope in disguise, and if your hope was really desperation parading as possibility?
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#23. The moon on a bracelet and the sun in a jar," said Sarai. "We really wreak havoc on the heavens, don't we?"
Lazlo's voice sank deeper in his throat. Smokier. Hungrier. "I expect the heavens will survive," he said, and then he kissed her.
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#24. Small! I'm mot going to be small anymore. I'm going to be a dragon, with wings like lacquer fans and jets of fire breath for roasting up goose suppers midair! Pippin spread out her arms, imagining them wings. Why not? she asked herself.
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#25. I don't have many rules to live by," he'd said. "But here's one. It's simple. Don't put anything unnecessary into yourself. No poisons or chemicals, no fumes or smoke or alcohol, no sharp objects, no inessential needles
drug or tattoo
and ... no inessential penises either.
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#26. The thing is, you throw brains and souls into an animal and stir, you don't really know what you're going to get.
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#27. Like attracts like, beauty finds beauty, and freaks look on from the smoking section, aching.
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#29. He believed in magic, like a child, and in ghosts, like a peasant.
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#30. I'm going to be the scariest grandma in the world.
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#31. Never repent of your own goodness - Brimstone
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#32. I kiss your eyes and leave my heart in your hands.
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#33. His soul had flown on ahead of his body and left it stranded.
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#34. Live bitter, so the crows will have no taste for you when you're dead.
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#35. She keeps her eyes closed but smiles, giving herself away. "Shush, I'm having a dream." "It's not a dream. It's all real." "How would you know? You're not even in it." She feels playful, heavy with happiness. With rightness. "I'm in all of them," he says. "It's where I live now.
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#36. Her ignorance was like standing in pure dark that could be either a closet or a vast, starless night.
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#37. When a street musician lowered his violin to inquire, 'Hey lovely, what you got there?' she said, 'Musicians who ask questions,' and kept on dragging.
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#38. Once upon a time, chimaera descended by the thousands into a cathedral beneath the earth. And never left.
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#39. How do you just thrust "I love you" out into the air? It needs waiting arms to catch it.
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#40. You've got to have, like, a lentil for a soul to hate wiener dogs.
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#41. Over the years she'd found that that was all it took, that lazy smile, and she could tell the truth without risk of being believed.
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#42. She wanted to climb out of her life as if it were a seashell she could abandon on the shore and walk away from, barefoot.
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#43. It's my personal theory that only 27 percent of perceived confidence is actual confidence, and the rest is sham. The key is: If you can't tell the difference, there is no difference.
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#44. Peace is more than the absence of war. Peace is accord. Harmony.
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#45. There are guerrilla armies that make little boys kill their own families. Such acts rip out the soul and make space for beasts to grow inside. Armies need beasts, don't they? Pet beasts, to do their terrible work!
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#46. It is a condition of monsters that they do not perceive themselves as such. The dragon, you know, hunkered in the village devouring maidens, heard the townsfolk cry 'Monster!' and looked behind him.
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#47. He dreamed of deserts and great empty cities and imagined he could feel the minutes and hours of his life running through him, as though he were nothing but an hourglass of flesh and bone.
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#48. Have you ever asked yourself, do monsters make war, or does war make monsters?
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#49. I am stardust gathered fleetingly into form.
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#50. But he is pretty. God, I hope he's not an asshole. Do you think there's any chance he's both non-orifice and single? I mean, seriously. What are the chances?
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#51. The truth, she found, felt smooth, like a skipping stone in the palm of your hand.
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#52. Music. Close your eyes and it's a rosebush blooming in time lapse so that it shoots and blossoms flow outward in a swift choreography of growth and collapse, twine and coil, release and fade.
Close your eyes and music paints light vines and calligraphy on the darkness within you.
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#53. What's the point of being old if you can't beleaguer the young with your vast stores of wisdom?
And what's the point of being young if you can't ignore all advice?
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#54. The world had been stirred by a hot poker, and sparks of crazy were flying.
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#55. I've seen more stars than anyone alive.
I've killed more stars than anyone will ever see.
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#56. It seemed like just another Monday, innocent but for its essential Mondayness, not to mention its Januaryness.
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#57. You almost hold up your piece of paper and say, 'The girl I like just gave me a treasure map to herself.' But you don't. You just don't.
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#58. You needn't trouble yourself. He's only a librarian.
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#59. It was enough to marvel at the end of a cycle of reprisals. How seldom it happened, in a long-standing war of hatred, that one side said, "Enough, I deserved that. Let it end here.
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#60. Her courage was a guise. She wondered if courage always was, or if there were those who truly felt no fear.
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#61. She'd have to get used to him all over again, taking small sips of his beauty as if it was too hot a drink to swallow all at once.
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#62. Thank you, but we respectfully decline your overture, being more enjoyably occupied at present.
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#63. Her mind was still tiptoeing along the boundary of consciousness, in that state of semi-waking that spins threads between dream and real, and for a moment she felt herself to be a girl who has come down off a porch to confront a great darkness with a tiny light.
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#64. Skathis might have been an artist, but he'd been a vile one. Strange the dreamer was an artist, too, and he was the antidote to vile.
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#65. Never sit staring at a blank page or screen. If you find yourself stuck, write. Write about the scene you're trying to write. Writing about is easier than writing, and chances are, it will give you your way in.
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#66. Letting you go, Karou, will be like oenin the window for a butterfly. One does not hope for the butterfly's return."
"I'm not a freaking butterfly.
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#67. Is it good or bad?" she asked Issa. The wrong question, she knew. She just couldn't help herself.
"It's both, sweet girl," said Issa. "like everything.
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#68. Bitter, bitter, this desolation of angels.
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#69. A wave of weariness took him. How could life be so unrelentingly ugly?
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#70. My wife likes to say that the mind is a palace with room for many guests. Perhaps the butler takes care to install the delegates of Science in a different wing from the emissaries of Faith, lest they take up arguing in the passages.
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#71. Her wish that first time was simple, focused, and passionate: that she would see him again. Believing she was the only way she could bring herself to leave.
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#72. I want to terrify little kids, too! I want to build spires in their minds and dance shadows through like marionettes, chased by whispers and hints of the unspeakable. I want to torture future generations with the Puppet That Bites.
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#73. Again his memory failed to conjure her face. It was like trying to call up a melody while another song played.
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#74. I think you're a fairy tale. I think you're magical, and brave, and exquisite. And I hope you'll let me be in your story.
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#75. I was going to say the beginning is the good part, when it's all sparks and sparkles, before they are inevitably unmasked as assholes.
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#76. It was as if she had emitted a pulse of radiation that reached him even where he stood, and it bathed him and it burned him.
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#77. That faeries have forgotten the Tapestry; that is the greatest tragedy of all. It's the fabric of all creation and it's woven of dreams, the dreams of the Djinn. Dreams are real, Magpie. They're seed and water and sun. They're everything.
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#78. I know. Life is so unfair. I'm still not going to pee on Karou's ex-boyfriend for you." "What? I wasn't even going to ask you to." In her most reasonable tone, Zuzana explained explained, "I just want you to pee in a balloon so I can drop it on him.
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#79. Do you think it's over now, though? That he's through with me?"
"One way you could make sure," said Chiro. She was glib, jesting - surely - but her eyes were bright. "You could die," she said. "Resurrect ugly. He'd leave you alone then.
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#80. We haven't been introduced'
Finding her voice, she replied 'You know who I am, and I know who you are, and-'
'-that won't serve'. His voice twined with hers, changing the scrip. And in the lapse after their words, she heard him waiting.
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#81. Tomorrow they will start the apocalypse.
Tonight, they let themselves look at each other, just for a little while.
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#83. I'm not looking for fate. I'm seventeen. I'm looking for kissing, and to move forward a few paces on the game board. You know, do some Living. (With my lips.)
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#84. There are other ways of showing someone you love them, such as fetching them out of Hell.
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#85. When you are young, hone your craft and write shorter pieces instead of novels, because it's really hard to finish a novel.
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#86. I might try that one thing, you know, that thing people do when their eyes get all wet and stupid - what's it called? Crying?
Or NOT. I might PUNCH you instead and trust that you won't punch me back because of my endearing smallness. It would be like punching a child.
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#87. We are the beginning ... We always have been. This time, let it be more than a beginning.
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#88. He's a man, but he's got, like, cartoon princess skin. Don't ever tell him I said that, even though I mean it in the best possible way. He's got the manliest cartoon princess skin.
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#89. What are we fighting for? What are we killing for? What do you see when you look into the future?
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#90. This is the story of the curse and the kiss, the demon and the girl. It's a love story with dancing and death in it, and singing and souls and shadows reeled out on kite strings.
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#91. These soldiers had done what they had done, and been done unto in return. This was how it went.
In the cycle of slaughter, reprisal begat reprisal, forever.
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#92. Morgan's fury turned to fear. It was like antiseptic hitting pus: the seethe, the bubbling, the burn.
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#93. The scenario made her hyperaware of her powerlessness. If, some day, the door didn't open, she would be alone.
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#94. Akiva felt the tilt of the world trying to tip him forward: to be nearer to her
nearer and touching
as though that were the only state of rest, and every other action and movement were geared to achieving it.
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#95. You were kinder to yourselves in your legend than we were," Karou continued. "We made ourselves out of grief. You made yourselves in your gods' image, and with a noble purpose: to bring light to the worlds."
"A black job we've done of it," he said.
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#96. I want to touch with my mouth. His mouth, with my mouth. Maybe his neck, too. But first things first: Make him aware I exist.
It's possible that he is already aware, if only in a 'don't step on the small girl' kind of way.
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#97. And she felt the words come from some iron place within her that hadn't existed an hour ago. She didn't speak loudly, but there was such a change in her voice. Coming from that iron place, it was heavy and true; it wasn't persuasive, or desperate, or antagonistic. It just was.
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#98. So what,' said Zuzana. 'They had to be pretty stupid butterflies to fall for him anyway. You'll grow new ones with more sense. New wise butterflies.
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#99. The choice I mean is to protect our own innocents from the seraphim, instead of slaughtering theirs."
"There are no innocent seraphim, said the wolf."
"That's what they say when they kill our children.
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#100. She tastes like nectar and salt. Nectar and salt and apples. Pollen and stars and hinges. She tastes like fairy tales. Swan maiden at midnight. Cream on the tip of a fox's tongue. She tastes like hope.
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