Fractured Retelling Quotes

#1. It's always been you, Caro. The first time I saw you, I thought you were the most beautiful girl that I'd ever seen. I thought you must be a princess like Cinderella. It's only ever been you.

Jane Harvey-Berrick

#2. You are charismatic. Men are drawn to you. I am drawn to you. And by your size, let alone your skill with weapons, they will be in awe of you.

Amy Jarecki

#3. ... Can there be a positive postulate of a communal estate ... ? It is the perpetual whole that is always merely fractional and antithetic to it-self.

Dew Platt

#4. He'd walked as a ghost in the gloomy bowels of this opera house for so long, darkness had become his brother, which was fitting, since his father was the night, and sunlight their forgotten friend.

A.G. Howard

#5. Even goddesses can make mistakes.

Rick Riordan

#6. She ... grabbed her bra, clasping it and shoving her arms through.
"Ye harness your udders?" The man was insufferable.
"For your information, it's a bra - short for brassiere, something that wasn't invented until the twentieth century.

Amy Jarecki

#7. Jostling in the saddle against an iron shirt of mail wasn't half as romantic as the books made it out to be.

Amy Jarecki

#8. Isn't one man's truth another man's lie?

Amy Jarecki

#9. Do not let the forces of evil take over to make this a Christian America.

Howard Metzenbaum

#10. We cannot safely assume that other people's minds work on the same principles as our own. All too often, others with whom we come in contact do not reason as we reason, or do not value the things we value, or are not interested in what interests us.

Isabel Briggs Myers

#11. She's quite a nice looking lassie or she wid be if she didnae look shite.

Irvine Welsh

#12. He raised his wine for a toast. "To the Exquisite Nightmare.

A.G. Howard

#13. Unbridled passion with an incredibly hot seven hundred-year-old Highlander in the middle of the night? Mm Yeah. Bring it on.

Amy Jarecki

#14. Guard your throats and hide your eyes. He's not dead, you fools. Legends never die.

A.G. Howard