Top 30 Sarah Monette Quotes
#2. Consider the stars. Among them are no passions, no wars. They know neither love nor hatred. Did man but emulate the stars, would not his soul become clear and radiant as they are? But man's spirit draws him like a moth to the ephemera of this world, and in their heat he is consumed entire.
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#3. Sacred bleeding fuck, I said, because, I mean its one thing to know your crazy hocus brother sees ghosts, and a whole different thing when you find out they're telling him bedtime stories.
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#4. It occurred to me that it said something very unpleasant about both of us that we saw concern and kindness as attacks.
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#5. You know how sometimes you can be going along and do something or say something, and suddenly you *know* yourself? I mean, it's like you're looking at somebody else, and it's just so fucking clear you want to hit something.
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#6. I gave up on cussing - I'd run out of words filthy enough - and just started praying.
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#7. Was you born this fucking dumb, Milly-Fox, or do you practice every Dixieme?
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#8. The dead person is not truly dead until the last person who rememebers them dies.
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#9. Jonak says to say he send congratulations and well-wishes and all the things he ought - he was so pleased with himself for being an uncle he couldn't sit still to think them out.
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#10. There ain't nothing worse than getting fired by somebody you hate, because it means they
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#11. The fountain of youth is like the monkey's paw in the W. W. Jacobs story. It never ends well.
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#12. If I was really, really lucky, Felix might throw a fireball at me, and I'd get out of the rest of this freakshow.
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#13. I have mild albinism, which means I am very sensitive to light, so the animal representation of my spirit would have to be a mole. I am particularly fond of that most Lovecraftian of mammals, the star-nosed mole, and tend to choose it for online icons and avatars.
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#14. The river runs through the heart of the city, and braiding around and over and under the river, the city's rail system is a welter of tarnished silver ribbons.
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#15. Although Mar would be quite pleased to be consort, Skjaldwulf didn't want to be wolfjarl.
He wanted Isolfr, and he would take the damned job that went with it, if he could win it, if that was what it took.
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#16. I catch a flash of red-gold beneath the surface of the water, and realize that there are koi in the pond, massive, serene, and I wonder: are they dreams of fish, or fish who dream?
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#17. I would love with all my heart to be able to speak Greek, classical or modern or both. It is a beautiful language, both aurally and in terms of the intricacy of its construction. I took four semesters of Ancient Greek in college, but it's all rusted away now - and I never learned to speak it anyway.
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#18. Beyond the window, snow fell like frozen drops of poison.
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#19. 'So what happens next?'
'Everybody dies, and the people who don't get married.'
'Like any other story, then.'
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#20. 'You like jealousy. You like knowing people want you.'
He wasn't talking about sex, and my heart slowed a little. 'Is it not natural to want to be liked?'
'That ain't what you want. It's like you got to have everybody's heart, and if they don't give it, you rip it out and watch it bleed.'
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#21. I am a huge fan of world-building. I love doing it in my own books, and I love reading it done well.
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#23. And besides, the thing about committing yourself to a lie is that mostly you end up in twice the trouble, 'cause truth is like a whirlwind and you can't keep it in a box.
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#24. It is a rose planted in your heart, and as it's thorns tear you, so does it thrive and flower
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#25. The rats we met the size of small dogs and they watched us go by like they'd figured out that what People were for was feeding rats.
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#26. Life on Mars would be awesome! Even single-celled life, although I admit that in my heart of hearts, I want it to be the barge-people of the canals.
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#27. Felix just sat there, not smirking exactly - or not so as you could call him on it - but clearly happy with how unhappy he'd managed to make all of us.
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#28. Isolfr," Frithulf said, "you weigh a hundred stone."
"Do I? Sorry," and he tried to straighten, but nothing was working.
Frithulf swore and said,"Kari, I think I'm going to need you to get his feet."
Are they running away? Isolfr wanted to ask.
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#30. What makes a story a story is that something changes. Internal, external, small or large, trivial or of earth-shattering importance. Doesn't matter.
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