Quotes from Clare B. Dunkle

Being a writer means crying over the sad parts, even though you already know it's going to be okay.

Kate had never in her life seen such frightful deformities, and the goblins had never seen such a hideous dress.

Being a writer means crying over the sad parts, even though you already know it's going to be okay.

Em, I am trying to have an important conversation! shouted Seylin. I will not change into a cat!

Don't fret. We'll just have to find something else you're good at besides killing people.

Kate felt very offended. 'I am not an elf,' she insisted. 'I'm an Englishwoman!

Forks are absurd, he scoffed. They insult your food. They make it think you're killing it twice.

Lively, intelligent, and quite immature, [Emily] usually burst out with exactly the comment that summed up the situation beautifully and therefore could never in politeness be said.

Perhaps she had learned already those lessons in life that make smiling difficult.

Mom actually said that? Cassie's face shown with happiness. She always hated my math! Nah, Martin said. She was just being that way for you. She thought it was what you needed to hear. If parents told us what they really think about stuff, we could figure them out like regular people.

For how many generations now had his people been turning their backs on things? How long had they sat in their living rooms and watched other people die?

You've caught a goblin, my dear, all for your very own.

It's a prison. It's twenty-four-hour-a-day life in a jail cell. We never get out, not even for one second. All we can do, all day long, is look for ways to survive. Nobody needs to teach us tricks. We brainstorm our own tricks all day long. When real anorexics compare notes, we've already figured out all the same tricks—and each one of us did it on our own.

Then-then I'm not going to die? Well, then-crap!-what am I doing here, Anyway?

Indeed it is, Kate,' Marak agreed. 'It's time to plan your revenge. Goblins just adore revenge.' He grinned. 'Do you have anything in mind?' Kate was taken aback. 'Revenge is wrong,' she told him solemnly. 'Vengeance belongs to God.' The goblin put his head to one side and watched her through narrowed eyes. 'You won't even give God a little help?' he asked softly.

Catspaw was becoming a real goblin king.