Top 100 Jacqueline Carey Quotes
#2. Vampire in real life aren't like the ones in the movies. They weren't going to be playing baseball in a thunderstorm.
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#3. When I started really writing fantasy, one of the things I noticed was a real absence of sexuality in the genre at all. And it's such a profound part of the human experience that it's a really big thing to leave out.
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#4. It is a human failing, to attribute the best of motives to those we know the least, and the worst to those we love best.
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#5. whatever complicated emotions I felt for him, I didn't want to ruin the moment with my unfortunately stereotypical American ignorance of history and geography.
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#6. Take your happiness where you find it, children, and don't ask too many questions. Life is too short and uncertain to do otherwise.
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#7. It is a fine line, in all of us, between civilization and savagery. To any who think they would never cross it, I can only say, if you have never known what it is to be utterly betrayed and abandoned, you cannot know how close it is.
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#8. I would that I could have stopped time and preserved that day forever. It was a perfect day. There was the shadow of sorrow, yes. It would always be there. But that was the nature of life. The bright mirror and the dark, reflecting one another. And today there was so much brightness.
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#9. I had begun to think my ripening body would wither untasted on the vine.
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#10. A Night-Blooming Flower, a Tsingano witch-boy, and a ... a Cassaline whatever. This is what Ysandre sends me. I must be mad.
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#11. A small kindness, a confluence of compassion, had saved his life. Was that strength, or a weakness?
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#12. Your goddamn bloodsucking boyfriend's been promising to change you for eight years!" Jen said grimly. "Wake up and smell the plasma, Beth!
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#13. That was the problem ... with trusting to the written word ... We were human, mortal and fallible. We forgot, we made errors, argued ambiguities, and twisted meanings to suit our own ends.
And in doing so, mayhap we reshaped the gods themselves.
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#15. We speak of stories ending, when in truth it is we who end. The stories go on and on.
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#16. Let the warriors clamor after gods of blood and thunder; love is hard, harder than steel and thrice as cruel.
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#17. Somewhat to my surprise, there were several polite golf claps. Vampires.
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#20. I seek words of such surpassing beauty that they might melt the hardest heart of stone.
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#21. If I'm to be damned for what I've done, I'll be damned in full and not by halves.
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#22. To have a traitor for an ally is to have an enemy in waiting
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#25. I will be your friend, then, for the ancient Hellenes said a good friend may stand between a man and his moira. Do you know what that means?'
'Fate.' I answered unthinking...
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#27. The night court taught me to serve, and Delauney taught me to think; but from Melisande Shahrizai, I learned how to hate.
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#28. There's more to clothing than just adornment. It does more than merely change how the world perceives us. It changes how we perceive ourselves.
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#29. I have always loved fantasy; I think probably stepping through the wardrobe with Lucy in C.S. Lewis's 'Narnia Chronicles' was my first exposure when I was really little.
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#30. If you thought better of me, you would not be so surprised
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#31. You're as bad as your master," he muttered, scarce audible amid the sea-sounds. "Worse. At least he didn't ply his words from a courtesan's lips.
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#34. If I have one pride in my calling, it is that I have never judged a patron wrongly - and I have never failed to recognize a patron upon meeting.
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#36. How do you want to die, Admiral? We are D'Angeline. At the hand of numbers, or dreams?
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#37. It's funny, because in deference to conventional wisdom, I spent my struggling writer years trying to suppress my naturally baroque literary voice and write clean, spare prose. I finally gave up and embraced my baroque tendencies when I wrote the Kushiel series.
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#38. It was small consolation, but it would have to do. I squeezed his hand once more, in lieu of things unsaid. Come on.
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#39. couples. Their duties done, they had eyes only for each other, locking glances and smiling deeply; two realms, two rulers, united in love and a shared dream. It
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#40. It's the same questions we ask of our existence, and the answer is always the same. The mystery lies not in the question nor the answer, but in the asking and answering themselves, over and over again, and the end is engendered in the beginning.
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#41. To fail and persevere is a harder test than any you will meet on the practice-field.
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#42. We are meant to taste of life ... and drink the cup of it to the dregs, bitter and sweet alike.
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#43. Your dreaming self seeks to tell you something your waking ears will not hear
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#44. I love you, and I would choose to be with you whether in a slum or a cave or a palace.
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#45. But Quintilius Rousse's sailors grinned in the saddle, saluting, and rode out in a thunder, horses trampling their own long shadows as they set their heads to the east.
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#46. Poetry glories in excess. When it's not extolling the virtues of austerity.
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#47. I don't think, before that moment, that he truly grasped the nature of what I was. He knew, of course; had always known, and had been the one person who'd never cared for what, but only who I was. I saw him comprehend it now, and feared. It could change everything between us.
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#48. To my surprise, Joscelin rose. 'Phedre-' He began, then halted. Sitting below him, I watched him smile to himself, quiet and private. 'Phedre yields with a willow's grace,' he said softly. 'And endures with the strength of mountains. Without her, life would be calm; and yet lack all meaning.
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#49. Always, he whispered. The gods do not always answer, but they are always listening.
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#50. No two sacrifices are the same, and yet all are, in the end. It is the commitment to belong, wholly, to that which claims one.
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#52. Surely if we knew what bitterness fate held in store, we would shrink back in fear and let the cup of life pass us by untasted.
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#53. How strange it must be, I thought, to be wed not merely as husband and wife but Cruarch and Queen, trading men's lives and the wealth of nations as love-tokens.
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#54. All exiles carry a map within them that points the way homeward.
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#57. I can see patterns in events, and behaviors; in mathematics, I follow slower
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#58. Those who are too rigid in their beliefs will break rather than bend with fortune's blows.
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#59. And having once chosen, never to seek to return to the crossroads of that decision-for even if one chooses wrongly, the choice cannot be unmade.
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#61. Why is there ever this perverse cruelty in humankind, that makes us hurt most those we love best?
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#63. If you will not die for us, you cannot ask us to die for you.
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#64. Fear and lies fester in darkness. The truth may wound, but it cuts clean.
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#65. Without plenty, the wealthy lack compassion for the poor, hoarding without sharing. Without law, the strong bully the weak, stealing by force.
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#66. In the arts of covertcy, it is death to second-guess oneself.
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#68. We knew each other's histories and secrets, hopes and fears and dreams. When you need to get good and drunk, that's the kind of person you want keeping pace with you. "Okay,
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#69. Joscelin, is love supposed to make you feel like you're sick and dying, and mad enough to hit someone and drunk with joy, and your heart's a boulder n your chest trying to burst into a thousand pieces all at once?"
"Mm-hmm." He finished his ale. "That would be love.
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#70. It must sound, I know, as if I had no pity for him; it wasn't true. I was angry because I was terrified. But there are times when a curse is more bracing than an endearment.
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#73. I started a novel in the back of a notebook, and it was great because it looked like I was taking notes. And I just, I kept it up, it was sort of fantasy, it was part soap opera. It was utterly dreadful, but that's how I got hooked.
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#74. I cannot blame them, in truth, for desiring ... But they were like children, who have only just begun to grasp the idea of a thing. And like children, they had no notion of laboring to create, but only of having ... and no thought given to the cost, to others, of taking it.
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#75. The fact that he might have other things to do with his time than spend it shepherding his master's head-strong, thousand-ducat-a-night anguisette through one of the most unsavory quarters of the City never crossed my mind.
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#77. where power intersects with pleasure, there is danger. Adepts
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#78. We might embody those qualities we desire to possess by embracing them, over and over, until the line between seeming and being is no more.
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#80. One does not reckon, at such times, the cost to one's limbs and joints; there is a limit to the pliancy of the mortal form.
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#81. Stand at the crossroads if you will, but if you'll not choose, I'll move on without you
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#82. I have always thought that the notion of a Republic is a noble one, dating back to the glory days of Hellas, which all D'Angelines regard fondly as the last Golden Era before the coming of Elua. Now, seeing it in action, I was not so sure.
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#83. But slight mistakes accumulate, and grow to gross errors if unchecked.
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#84. Pain obliterates everything else. In pain, there is only the eternal present.
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#85. I wanted it, I wanted it all. All the ardent beginnings and the confused between-times and the bittersweet dregs.
All of the aches and sorrows, all of the soaring joys.
All of it.
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#86. We forgot, we made errors, argued ambiguities, and twisted meanings to suit our own ends. And in so doing, mayhap we reshaped the gods themselves. Now
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#87. Alas for we who are mortal, and are denied the luxury of dramatic license. We mus live, and go onward.
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#88. Having a literary agent makes a huge difference in submitting work. My agent has access and tremendous passion.
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#89. There are others. There will be others. Other heroes, other heroines. Other prophecies to fulfill, other adversaries to despise. There will be stories told and forgotten, and reinvented anew until one day, perhaps, the oldest are remembered, and the beginning may end, and the ending begin.
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#90. Let the dreamers and the seers keep watch. It is what we do.
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#91. To recongnize that the treachery of one member of a house does not taint all born within it
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#94. There are those who are awkward in the face of sorrow, fearing to say the wrong thing; to them, I say, there is no wrong in comfort, ever. A kind word, a consoling arm ... these things are ever welcome.
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#95. It is passing strange, what a fluid thing is one's own identity.
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#96. Years ago, I had a teacher who taught me that all ways lead to the Way," I said slowly, thinking. "That there is a great truth behind all the truths of the world, and the faces of the gods are masks that may be changed at will.
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#97. We are alike, Joscelin and I, in that what we do, we do very well.
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#98. Never before had I used my service to escape any woes that troubled me, but I did that day.
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#99. Hey, sister buzz-kill," she said languorously to Jen. "What crawled up your ass and died?"
"I don't know," Jen retorted. "What died and crawled up your ass?"
There were times I regretted being an only child. This wasn't one of them.
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#100. Our eyes met. We had so very many shared memories between us, Bao and I. Some were wonderous, and some were terrible. Some were both.
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