Quotes from Cressida Cowell

Everything, you see, is frightened of something

You cannot fight Time itself, slay the minutes and the hours with your blade, nor wipe the bleeding seconds on your shirt. Time cannot be fought.

Ibland är det bara nära vänner som kan förstå vad vi försöker få sagt. Nån som vi ofta har varit tillsammans med och som lyssnar noga på vad det är som vi försöker säga, och som försöker förstå (s. 220).

Sometimes the bravest thing a Hero has to do is not fighting monsters and cheating death and witches. It is facing the consequences of his own actions

Great Hero though you are, you cannot make the moving hand of time tick backward. None of us can do that

A mark is just a symbol, and symbols can change.

and the problem with werewolves is they do mumble their words, so sometimes you could mistake a grunt for a gurgle, or an oooarrghh for an eereggagh, and completely misunderstand what they were talking about.

However small we are, we should always fight for what we believe to be right. And I don't mean fight with the power of our fists or the power of our swords. That has always been the problem with us Vikings. I mean the power of our brains and our thoughts and our dreams. And as small and quiet and unimportant as our fighting may look, perhaps we might all work together like the numberless armies of Ziggerastica, and break out of the prisons of our own making.

Bodkin was feeling surprisingly gloomy for now it was all over — he was a hero no more — just an ordinary assistant body guard. It had been one stolen day, one glorious 24-hours where he could ride and fight beside a princess just as if he were her equal and a proper warrior himself.

I most certainly will not surrender!' said Wish. 'You CHEATED!' 'Wizards don't play by Warrior rules,' said Xar. 'Cheat of a Wizard!' 'Wickedness of a Warrior!' 'Curse-Maker!' 'Forest-poisoner!' 'Child-eater!' 'Magic-destroyer! May you be ground by the teeth of the Giant Grey ogre into pieces that are smaller than the eyes of lice on a fly!' cursed Xar.

the witch softly, 'for the dragons' days are numbered

The witch sprang animal-like from

in that quiet gentle voice, as sweetly pure as the stab of an icicle.

I didn't mean to come here, And I didn't mean to stay, It's just where the sea wind blew me, One accidental day. ... It wasn't where I meant to be, And it wasn't where I had my start, But now I'll never leave these rain-soaked bogs Because Berk is where I left my heart!

Do not think that just because I have the soul of a soldier, and cannot speak soft words, that it was not hard for me, or that because I left, I did not love.

I love you Hiccup, although my stiff lips will not let me make the kind words I hear other mothers speaking... I cannot change or regret the wandering Warrior I am. But by Thor's thunder, I can fight for you, with all my Warrior heart, and this is one thing that I truly excel at.

A little girl was sitting beside him, with huge, doomy eyes, a bear suit with all the buttons done up in the wrong buttonholes, and very dark, straggly hair that stuck straight out of her head at odd angles. She seem to read his mind. Shh, said the little girl. A lot of her teeth had recently fallen out and she was very serious for such a small person. We're not allowed to talk about the Lost. It's bad for morale.

Size isn't everything... However small we are, we should always fight for what we believe to be right. And I don't mean fight with the power of our fists... I mean the power of our brains and our thoughts and our dreams.

We spent the time running free and unsupervised all over the island, and going out in boats on our own. For this was the 1970s, when the notion of childcare was to open the front door and say: 'Buy kids, come back when your hungry. Don't fall off a cliff...' -From The Writer's Map chapter First Steps

You do not have to accept he hand that fate has dealt you

We don't care, and we weren't there, and for a dare, we would never snap that chair And-leave-it-looking-like-it-was-perfectly-all-right-and-wait-for-someone-big-and-fat-and-old-to-put-their-lardy-fat-behind-on-it-and-SMOOSH-BANG-HA-HA-HA!-SMASH!!!!!-the-entire-thing-shatters-into-tiny-smithereens-and-then-they-land-upon-the-stony-floor-and-break-their-jaw-and-fuss-and-roar-and-cry-until-they-cry-no-more…

We don't exist, We're only mist, And that was just the wind that hissed.

My poison is creeping through his body. My strong venom is killing his heart.

How can you make a fresh start in a new world when you are carrying with you on your boat all the same problems, the same frustrations and inequalities of the old world