Top 64 Philip Reeve Quotes
#1. The closest she had been to them was certain summer evenings when they had gone for picnics in the magravine's ice-barge -- simple family affairs, just Freya and Mama and Papa and about seventy servants and courtiers
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#2. I had no idea I'd end up writing four books when I completed 'Mortal Engines.' I didn't even think it would find a publisher.
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#3. Nobody wants trouble,' said Chandni. 'Trouble just find us.
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#4. These are new worlds, Zen. We don't have to be what we were any more. We can be anything that we want. We can be humans together. - Nova
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#5. I'm already a monster!" she shrieked.
"No, you're not!" Tom managed to heave himself to his knees. "You're my friend!" he shouted.
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#6. I don't think we are cut out to be evil sorcerers, brothers," said Fentongoose. "If we were truly evil, we would not feel such sorrow at the deaths of our friends. We would just go, 'Ha! Ha! Ha!' or something.
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#7. It will be all right, Tom. Wherever we go now, whatever becomes of us, we'll be together, and it will all be all right.
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#8. Fever jumped aside just in time to dodge the shower of urine, and stumbled into the path of a religious procession - celebrants in robes and pointed hats whirling and clapping and chanting the name of some old-world prophet, 'Hari, Hari! Hari Potter!'
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#9. They're only stories," he would say, "What do stories matter?" But he wasn't stupid. He knew as well as Myrddin that in the end stories are all that matter.
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#10. I'm sure it came as no surprise to my friends and family when I became an illustrator and then a writer because, from about the age of five, I was one of those children who always had his nose in a book.
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#11. That's the trouble with a story spinner. You never know what's real and what's made up. Even when they are telling the truth, they can't stop themselves from spinning it into something better; something prettier, with more of a pattern to it.
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#12. Godshawk looked surprised, the way that people generally do when you ask them philosophical questions in shrubberies in the middle of the night.
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#13. I still feel, as I did when I was six or seven, that books are simply the best way to experience a story.
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#14. I've just written a very gritty, non-magical take on the King Arthur legend, 'Here Lies Arthur,' and I'm currently toying with some other historical ideas, as well as working with the illustrator David Wyatt on some sequels to my Victorian space opera 'Larklight.'
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#15. We must find you a new boyfriend, Wavey had kept telling her, but what if a girlfriend was what Fever needed? She felt as if she had opened the door to a room she had never noticed in a house where she'd lived all her life.
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#16. An Engineer is no match for a Historian with his dander up!
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#17. Nova shrugged, looking as if she had personally invented shrugging and hadn't quite sorted out the fine details yet.
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#18. The Jenny Haniver was repaired. He put his hand flat on the chart table and let the steady throb of Anchorage's engines beat against his palm, and it felt like home. In a cheap hotel behind Wolverinehampton's air-quay Widgery Blinkoe's five wives turned five
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#20. The small lives of women don't make for good stories. That's why there were no girls in the stories Myrddin told, unless they were there as a prize for the hero to win at the end of his adventures.
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#21. And now he was dead, his soul fled down to the Sunless Country and his body lying cold in the cold mud, somewhere in the city's wake.
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#22. Everyone was losing things, leaving things behind, clinging to old memories as they rushed into the future. Everyone was a passenger on a runaway train. It was true that Zen would be going farther than most. But at least he didn't
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#23. Friends don't leave friends behind to wash dishes for yetis!
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#24. Moving cities are a fairly hoary old sci-fi trope - I seem to recall they were always cropping up on 'Doctor Who' when I was young, though I may be misremembering.
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#26. The one thing worse than an enemy is a friend turned false.
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#27. He said his name was Kobi Chen-Tulsi. He said, "Tell Threnody Noon that the Prells are going to attack Grand Central." - The Crystal Horizon
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#28. I felt a little like saying 'Eeeeeeeeek!' myself, but seeing Myrtle so afraid reminded me that I was British, and must be brave.
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#29. You can't keep children in the nursery forever. If you do, they never become grown-ups, but they're not really children either. They are just pets.
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#30. That's impossible,' said Fever, Engineerishly.
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#31. And isn't that what all boys want and all men, too? Just to be taken seriously?
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#32. You aren't a hero and I'm not beautiful and we probably won't live happily ever after " she said. "But we're alive and together and we're going to be all right.
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#33. Personally, he much preferred to get them chatting. People were generally much less inclined to want to kill you once you'd chatted for a bit, and if they weren't, well, at least you could use the time to think of an escape plan.
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#34. I thought you'd say it might be a trap.'
'It might be trap,' he said.
'It doesn't feel like a trap.'
'Well it wouldn't, would it? Not if it was a good trap.
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#35. It was a dark, blustery afternoon in spring, and the city of London was chasing a small mining town across the dried-out bed of the old North Sea.
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#36. All it wants is to explode.'
'Nice to have an ambition in life, I suppose.
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#37. I don't travel much; I just stay at home and imagine weird places.
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#38. He was going to miss everything. But he guessed that was how everybody always felt. Everyone was losing things, leaving things behind, clinging to old memories as they rushed into the future. Everyone was a passenger on a runaway train.
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#39. My name," the boy said importantly, "is Stacey de Lacey."
"But that's a girl's name!" blurted Oliver.
Stacey de Lacey's face turned a dark shade of red. "Silence!" he shouted. "Stacey is one of those names that can be for a boy or a girl! Like Hilary, or Leslie, or...um... Anyway...!
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#40. Then, beaming at Tom and Caul, he topped up their glasses with more wine to wash down the pack of half-truths and outright lies he'd fed them
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#41. I hate you! I hate you!" Hester was yelling
"Well I care about you, whether you like it or not!" Tom screamed.
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#42. Sometimes, on our way through the world, we meet someone who touches our heart in a way others don't.
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#43. The trouble with space is, there's so much of it.
An ocean of blackness without any shore.
A neverending nothing.
And here, all alone in the million billion miles of midnight, is one solitary moving speck. A fragile parcel filled with sleeping people and their dreams.
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#44. High on its flanks is a complex of caves where the kings and heroes of the Mountain Kingdoms have been laid to rest, their bodies preserved by the sub-zero temperatures and thin, high-altitude air.
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#45. I was fascinated by 'The Lord of the Rings' from about the age of eight, and that lasted well into my teens.
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#46. But boys will be boys, even the ones who are only girls dressed up: That's one of the rules of the world.
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#47. That's what History teaches us, I think, that life goes on, even though individuals die and whole civilizations crumble away: The simple things last; they are repeated over and over by each generation.
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#48. It would be best to stride in with a cheer "hello!", but she wasn't the cheery sort; she was the "lurking in dark corners" sort. She found a dark corner, behind the Stalker-cases, and lurked.
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#50. Is it ... dead?" asked Tom, his voice all quivery with fright.
"A town just ran over him," said Hester. "I shouldn't think he's very well ...
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#51. The old curator of ceramics lay near the door, looking indignant, as if death was a silly modern fad that he rather disapproved of.
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#52. Outside, Melliphant's ear flattened itself against the wood of the door like a pale slug.
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#53. I have had it with these dumb cakes on this dumb spaceship!
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#54. As a child I always steered clear of science fiction, but in the autumn of 1977, the bow-wave of publicity for the first 'Star Wars' movie had already reached me, so I was eager for anything science-fictional.
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#55. You know, sometimes a thing, a system, a creation grows so old, and corrupt, and weighed down by its own baggage, that all you can do is change it. Move on. Start afresh. It's frightening, but it has to be done.
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#56. I am Nom-O-Tron,' said the machine, in a big, boomy voice, so loud that Astra was afraid her mum and dad or some other grown-ups would hear and come to see who was sneaking a bedtime snack. 'Shhh!' she said. 'Have you got any biscuits?
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#57. Even tiny children looking at a picture book are using their imaginations, gleaning clues from the images to understand what is happening, and perhaps using the throwaway details which the illustrator includes to add their own elements to the story.
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#58. I used to be very fascinated by Victorian stuff, and my best-known books, the 'Mortal Engines' series, have a sort of retro, Victorian vibe, despite being set in the far future.
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#59. The Scriven men wore stack-heeled boots and pearl-studded evening coats; the ladies in their vast skirts looked like mythical creatures, half woman, half sofa.
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#62. She wanted to stop, but she was riding a wave of memory and it was carrying her backward to that night, that room, and the blood that had spattered her mother's star charts like the map of a new constellation.
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#63. I am forever being captured these days. It isn't like me at all. You must think me such a silly princess.
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#64. He cut through the 21st Century Gallery, past the big plastic statues of Pluto and Mickey, animal headed gods of lost America
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