Top 94 Cherie Priest Quotes
#1. For some reason the mundanity of it all offended Gideon. You'd think people would have the good grace to dress up for an assassination.
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#2. I shrugged. "Sometimes things sound easy because they are easy." "And sometimes things that sound easy only sound that way because you're completely fucking delusional," she
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#3. Libby was dead. Princess X disappeared.
May lost her best friend again, and again, and again.
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#4. They obviously weren't trying to recruit us, which was sort of a shame. I imagined a full unit of vampire soldiers and I got a little giddy, and distracted. Bad idea, maybe. But it'd be epic, wouldn't it?
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#5. (Is this what we fled, when we left the ocean? Did we grow legs so we could run away?)
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#6. As an old acquaintance of mine used to say, "If you can't duck it, fuck it." I'm pretty sure he knew it was duct and not duck, but I'll forgive him for the sake of the rhyme.
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#7. If Mattel ever makes a Drag Queen Barbie, they damn well ought to pattern that doll's proportions after Sister Rose. Those were legs that could crack a horse's ribs, and they knew how to move.
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#8. Meanwhile, me and Adrian will head for Atlanta, where everything will go smoothly and no one will get hurt, and everyone will have a productive time learning a great many useful things.
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#9. I guess because, well, just because it was able to evolve. When it couldn't be one thing anymore, it became something else and kept on living that way
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#10. Now it was growing late again, and cooler, which the nurse found disorienting. It felt as though her entire life had been lived from dusk to dawn ever since she learned of Phillip, only tiptoeing around the edges of sunset or sunrise, and sleeping or traveling all day.
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#11. Without temptation, there was no virtue in resistance.
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#12. He stayed close, and he stayed quiet. It was easy to do, almost; the silence above was so alarmingly complete that it was easier to keep it than to break it.
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#13. I don't think I make a very convincing dude. I think I look more like a lumberjack lesbian with an eating disorder than a kick-ass drag king.
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#14. Before I was really ready to settle in, dawn was creeping up outside, flushing the far side of the curtains. I could feel it approaching, like the footsteps of someone unpleasant coming up the stairs.
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#16. There was nothing I could do but squirm faster and try to trust Adrian, who was surely one of the most competent mere mortals I'd met in years. He had a (small, girlie) gun, he had his wits, and he had ... I don't know. Maybe a silver bikini under his commando-wear, for all I knew.
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#17. I gave three quiet cheers for Minnesota. In Seattle a dusty inch of anything white and chilly means the city lapses into full-on panic mode, as if each falling flake crashes to earth with its own individual baggie of used hypodermic needles. It's ridiculous.
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#18. The distance between an honest Christian mystic and a fortune-teller is sometimes less than half a whisper. Less than a pot of tea or the space between two book covers.
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#19. I've got a woman. A crazy woman." "Sounds like the start of a country song to me," I said.
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#20. It was a train full of strangers, and they were all the same.
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#21. For just this moment, we have the closest thing to an advantage we're likely to get. And if we don't use it, we're gonna lose it. Look at me busting out all the tired old metaphors. Like I'd been saving them all winter just waiting for an opportunity to trot them out.
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#22. Besides, American ought to be a good thing, the kind of thing that brings everybody together instead of deciding who's good enough to be one and who isn't.
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#23. Either birds or bats flapped up and into the night as the gates rolled back into position. My money was on bats. Little blingy ones, carrying tiny Louis Vuitton clutches.
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#24. Sometimes the advantage of being young and bright is not knowing what's impossible.
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#25. This may be a shitty work environment, but OSHA doesn't have any guidelines when it comes to ghosts. We'll have to make up our own as we go.
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#26. Surreal. It was his word of the week. This must be one of the circles of hell Dante accidentally left off the list.
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#27. I slipped on through, slicker than whale shit through an ice floe.
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#28. He'd been sticking his neck out, which is literally the stupidest thing I can imagine anyone doing when it comes to vampires. That ought to be Rule Number One For Dealing With Vampires, right there. Don't stick your neck out!
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#29. My own mental health issues had come and gone the same way, diagnosed nearly a hundred years ago as simple "hysteria," which only meant that I was a woman and really, who gave a shit what was actually wrong with me? Or
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#31. He hadn't found what he'd meant to find, but his need to swipe and hoard something had been appeased for now.
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#32. So here's the rules - keep quiet, keep close, and if we're spotted, climb like a goddamned monkey ... If I get picked off, you don't come back for me. If I see you get picked off, I aint coming back for you. Life's hard. Death's easy
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#33. Give me that power, and I'll use it against you. I'll be your Madonna. I'll be your queen. And I'll have your head if it's the last thing I ever do.
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#34. I didn't really think this poor woman was out to destroy the world. You have to be crazier than just schizophrenic to have an interest in that kind of thing. Usually you have to be a religious nut, too.
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#35. "I don't know exactly what's wrong with you, but I bet it's hard to pronounce when you're drunk."
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#36. So they pretended on paper that you were a chimp and tinkered with your eyes, and the animal rights people got hold of the news, and they were incensed on your behalf. Or they would've been, if you'd been a monkey. Do
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#37. It sounded like a good idea at the time, which is probably going to be on my tombstone - along with a catty footnote about poor impulse control. But
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#38. Some place to stand and place a lever, there's nowhere from which to move the world.
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#39. Above me, the moon spun low across the sky and a few watery clouds hung from the stars like cobwebs. In
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#40. Yes it's pink. That's how you know it's for ladies. That might be the stupidest thing I've ever heard you say.
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#41. Palatable. Easier to overlook. Forgotten, or at least smoothed into some pearl-like blandness, if not a thing of beauty.
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#43. He smiled when he talked, a smile that was not completely cold, but was the professional smile of a man who spends his days answering easy questions for people whom he'd rather usher out of his office via catapult.
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#44. Adrian said, "You sure know how to win friends and influence people." "That's why they call me Raylene. It's Greek for 'charming.' " "You're so full of shit," he observed.
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#45. Boys disobey their parents with such great regularity that it's barely worth a comment; and if yours is talented enough to rebel in such grand fashion, then you ought to consider it a point of pride that he's such a sharp lad.
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#46. Maybe we could do that whole "my enemy's enemy" thing and skip off into the night, holding hands.
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#47. Father, forgive me - for I know precisely what I'm doing.
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#48. It's been said that she was young once, but never beautiful.
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#49. And people tended not to bother a woman with a book.
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#50. As far as the Internet was concerned, it didn't exist. And in this day and age, if the Internet says it doesn't exist, it's either dead boring or totally fascinating in a top secret men-in-black kind of way.
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#51. But at some point, a full-grown woman has to be accountable for her own self, and for the choices she's made.
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#52. I met his eyes because I could not refuse them ... they were the color of a storm clashing with a setting sun.
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#53. You're a hard negotiator, Ray-Baby."
"I'm going to get a lot harder if you call me that again."
"Give me a minute. Less than a minute. I'm almost certain I can make a filthy joke in response to that."
"No", I told him. "No, for the love of God, don't.
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#54. It's funny what they say about men in uniform - how people think women just can't resist 'em. Fact is, I think we're just pleased to see a man groomed, bathed, and wearing clothes that fit him.
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#55. Vision is also a fickle creature. You can see an object a hundred times, a thousand times, and it remains unchanged. Then in one swift second you realize it has been changing all along and your eyes hid it from you.
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#56. And if there are gods after all, perhaps we should not struggle so hard to get their attention, if this is the attention they would lavish upon us.
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#57. I hate meeting new people even new clients who intend to give me money. I try to be pleasant but I'm not very good at it. The best I can usually pull off is 'professional if somewhat chilly.' It's not ideal no. But it beats 'awkward and bitchy.
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#58. The sound came again. There was a whistle to it, and a moan. It was almost a hiss, and it could've been a strangled gasp. Above all, it was quiet, and it seemed to have no source.
It whispered.
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#59. She'd grown up believing in hell in an abstract nightmare way; but west Texas had given her something more concrete upon which to dread the afterlife.
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#60. There are worse things than minotaurs at the centre.
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#61. I would let the whole town think I'm a madwoman and a murderer, let it scorn and reject me, let its children compose hateful rhymes to be sung whilst jumping rope.
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#62. He was carrying bulky loot; I could see it under his zipped-up sweater. And when I unzipped it with a one-handed rip, I saw that he was wearing a bandolier loaded with grenades. I have no doubt that a wide, manic smile spread across my pretty little face.
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#63. If you've never been to Atlanta, then let me save you a bit of grief. If someone tells you something's on "Peachtree," you must demand that they get more specific. There are probably a dozen incarnations of Peachtree, going in at least that many directions through every part of town.
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#64. a certain stink on a certain kind of soul, a foul scent of hateful smallness too often thwarted . . . then given an ounce of power.
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#65. In California there were nuggets the size of walnuts lying on the ground - or so it was said, and truth travels slowly when rumors have wings of gold.
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#66. Adrian had a Guinness because I guess he felt like drinking a loaf of bread or something. That's what it smelled like, anyway.
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#67. You're a smart boy. Or if you're not, you ought to be.
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#68. Sure he's dead, and it's a good thing for us. It's hard to argue with a dead man. A dead man can't change his mind or make new rules, or behave like a bastard so no one will listen to him anymore. A dead man stays a saint.
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#69. Honey, these aren't ordinary penis bones." "Not the kind you pick up at Walgreens, with a bottle of aspirin and a scented candle?
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#70. Over and over again, we lift God out of our reach. Over and over, push Him beyond our grasp, yet still we stretch out our fingers and seek to touch Him.
But find nothing.
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#71. I had an irritating flash of nervousness, wondering if he was right outside - or across the street, or downstairs, or hiding in a closet. Because I couldn't stop myself, I rushed to the hall closet and flung it open to make sure. Packed
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#72. She was thirty-five, and she did not look a minute younger.
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#73. Raylene- Actually ... I have an idea.
Adrian- Oh no.
R- No, it's a *good* idea.
A- I don't believe you.
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#74. In my career I've had my hands upon more revolting bodies than a layman is likely to encounter in a lifetime of trying. I've squeezed boils, soaked my hands in blood and pus, slipped in entrails, swaddled slippery stillborns, and pulled excrement from unwilling bowels by hand.
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#75. I fully planned to burn the place down behind me on general principle. I was getting the hang of arson. It really sends a message, you know? Not only will I kill your dudes and steal your shit, but I will burn your place down behind me. Yes, I will.
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#76. I like to pretend that I'm covering my tracks, bracing for any contingency. Ready for the worst, and all that jazz. I always feel better if there's a plan in place. And in this case, the plan was, Leave the blind guy in charge of the juvenile delinquents and everything will be just fine. Probably.
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#77. She was a decent storyteller, but a crap liar, for all the sense that made.
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#78. Fuck you," he said, resorting to that last argument of vice presidents.
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#79. I don't like raccoons. They look ... shifty, with their little burglar masks and everything. Also, they carry rabies. Can I catch rabies? Probably not. All the same, it sounds gruesome - and I think we all know that cute, fuzzy woodland creatures are not to be trusted on general principle.
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#80. I don't see why not," I all but snapped at him. "His body was experimented upon, and there are records of it. What else would you call it?"
"I don't know. Necropsy?
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#81. I was getting the hang of arson. It really sends a message, you know? Not only will I kill your dudes and steal your shit, but I will burn your place down behind me.
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#82. Barringtons aren't local by origin. They're carpetbaggers from Philadelphia - an offshoot of a House that had grown too big to govern. Or more to the point, it'd grown too big for everyone to successfully get along without a whole lot of murdering going on.
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#83. Did you even use anything at all in that bag of yours?"
"No, but I might use some of it later." And I almost certainly would, once I got rid of this crybaby and picked up my drag queen.
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#84. Modern families are complicated things. Siblings, half siblings, stepparents, stepcousins, what have you. You can't pick who you're born to, that's for sure.
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#85. Besides, if comics have taught us anything, it's that death is rarely a permanent condition."
"But we're not superheroes," May argued.
"Speak for yourself," Jackdaw told her.
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#86. Someone else's phone rang twice, and was answered by a scowl I could hear all the way over on my end of the line.
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#87. You can learn a lot about someone by his teeth. Or her teeth. Especially vampires. For some of us, hygiene goes out the window when our body temperature drops. We might not need much in the way of deodorant, but I swear - a little Listerine never hurt anybody.
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#88. Which meant he had about eight weeks to pull something amazing out of his butt.
His butt was not being terribly helpful.
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#89. I've heard it said that God made all men, but Samuel Colt made all men equal.
We'd see what Mr. Colt could do for a woman.
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#90. I hate to make the comparison here, but think of me as one of those expensive boutiques. If you have to ask about the cost, you probably can't afford me.
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#91. Sometimes, everyone is right. Not always and not even usually, but once in a while, everyone is right.
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#92. She wielded it easily, lightly. She carried it swinging like a baseball bat, only with more poetry to it. It was a frightening thing to watch, this small shadow of billowing grey fabric and sprawling, wild hair splaying out behind her, the axe held at the ready with both hands, poised and prepared.
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#93. That ought to make his face, or the sound of his voice, more precious to her mind, but strangely, this wasn't so. What was left in his absence was an empty, sorrowful discomfort. She wondered if it wouldn't eventually grow dull or dim if she worried at it enough, or softened and more
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#94. I assume they're still there, ostriching themselves and eating paint chips, or whatever it is they do in their spare time. I
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