Quotes from Elizabeth Bear

As the dia went by, I slowly got back some control. And with the control, the shaodws of memories I hadn't considered in ans-that perhaps I had not been permitted to consider in ans?-began emerging.

Scripture was comforting, in direct proportion to its bitterness upon the tongue.

She folded her arms across her chest and leaned back in her chair, aware of how defensive her body language was and not caring at all.

Perhaps if we could sort one plot from another we would stand half a chance of averting them, but they're interwined as nettles, my friend.

Patty watches silently, pale eyes alert as they shift form Elspeth's face to mine and back again.

Cat eyed wampyr, and often a brief battle of wills the wampyr stood, surrendering the chair.

I was asking a sick plant for emotional labor so I could find the courage to ask them things I knew would hurt them greatly. But I was a sick mammal, so I suppose it evened out.

The bandy little elf sat cross-legged in the embrace of a shaggy great willow, a triple pipe held in his hands and his head bowed over it. He blew breath through the reeds, but his fingers poised unmoving and the sound that whispered forth was more the wind through withies than any tune that Kit could call.

What weird things planets were.

His true voice rang Kit like a bell, with a sensation of flying. Or falling.

How much of you has to die before you stop being you and become somebody else?

Poets are too precious to sacrifice carelessly," he said, his long mouth downturned at the corners. "It had to be something other than Master Shakespeare himself.

Benedick considered his earlier thoughts about Nova's serenity and undeveloped personality. He wasn't sure he'd ever heard an angel sound miserably worried before. They were voices of authority, arrogance, comfort, calm-or at least, they always had been.

As they broke apart, the information safely handed over, the memory of the kiss left Dust full of an aching emptiness, everywhere his airborne nanoparticls drifted and spread.

Jane pivoted in her desinger shoes and pressed one side of the double doors open with her fingertips; solid oak swung away from her touch, hung so perfectly it moved like rice paper.

As the dia went by, I slowly got back some control. And with the control, the shadows of memories I hadn't considered in ans-that perhaps I had not been permitted to consider in ans?-began emerging.

No, I know the Fae and their fondness. Fondness would not keep you from spilling my blood.

Barb let the joyous, icy clarity of combat wash over her.

The pain was vast. He lay back, balling his fists against his eyes, and concentrated on breathing. His leg throbbed; the pain paled and ebbed while he outwaited it.

A song, and she'd swallowed it.

Was it different if you went in knowing you had made the decision to kill? Was it different if you did it in self-defense? In defense of another? In defense of a species?

I wonder how many species break their planets getting off them.

The swags and garlands of dead, cut flowers were another alien grace note, a funeral touch.

The Mebd's three knights flanked her chair; Will caught a glimpse of Kit's pouting lower lip below the black velvet of his mask and bit his own lip hard at an utterly inappropriate flaring of desire.