Quotes from Elizabeth Bear

Admit nothing. An iron dignity is an unbroachable defense.

From his right eye, Kit could see how the darkness within Oxford seemed fit to devour the fragile, flickering candle flame that was his life.

How could I ever love anything else, once having been loved of thee? I can't comprehend thy logic, Father of lies. Both ends against the middle. Like a two-headed serpent devouring itself. Christ. What canst thou hope maintain?" Lucifer smiled only and into the sadness of that smile Kit knew the answer. "Oh. For the love of God.

My eyes don't quite glaze over when he starts talking about eleven-dimensional reality.

Curled tight as a caterpillar, his fingers laced through the bridle as if the touch of iron could ease his agony, he still flinched when the light struck his face.

The pirates could probably follow or at least locate us even while we were in white space, which nobody else could manage. So they had better ways to track us than by tryingto hack the interstellar mail tracelessly (that last word is key)-which even Singer wasn't sure he could manage, as the minds that ran it were big and old and wise in the ways of logistics and treachery, as well as having abundant cycles to play with.

The white hound who runs before them is gone, vanished, tattered and blown apart by the freshening breeze as if he had no more substance than a twist of smoke.

The way to tame a wild thing is not to pursue it, but to make it pursue you. This is the way Merlins have always been brought to heel.

Pearl earrings stood in stark contrast to the twisted iron torc that rode her throat, matte black roundelles flanking the notch of her collar bone.

Of course I love him. I made him. And he came back through history to unmake me. You don't get to fall out of love with the Devil.

Lucifer's eyes sparkled. He tilted his head, lovelocks drifting against the exquisite curve of his neck. Enjoying the game.

Technomancy, which had been in old days the magic of letters and forged things, and was now the magic of words and machines and miscroscopic knives and wires.

I'm not dragging my tail through that." Primly, with a flip of his long, crossed primary feathers. "You wanted to go this way. We're going this way. And you can carry me.

It did not take a great deal of native genius for Cathoair to figure out that they wanted something from him.

glanced ostentatiously at my bangle. Blood alcohol content .01%, heart rate leveling off at 72 beats per minute, time 11:42 p.m.

She thought of him shedding names and lives and lovers across the centuries, and wondered how he bore it. And then he turned and caught her eye and smiled, and thought that rather, perhaps the shedding was how he bore it.

Elaine was stolen away, and I'm willing to sacrifice her if I must.

We do not always do what we are built for.

Why are people named Lovelace always villains when they appear in questionable literature? The only more certain moral doom lies in being namd Raffles.

Her tongue tasted the air and she smiled from fathomless eyes.

He thought of Muire quoting poetry in the darkness, his own flip dismissal of the religion behind it, her pursuit of the Grey Wolf. He thought of the sword in her hand, and shook his head and snorted through his nose. Ridiculous. Ridiculous to imagine. The more ridiculous because he suspected he was right.

Human, all of them, in deference to the waning moon but there was no way any of thm could be mistaken for anything but wolves.

In reality, there's nothing quite like staring into the most enormous black hole in the galaxy, then flying down its gullet like a gnat with attitude.

The violet seemed inclined to linger, but Sebastien's host-or hostess-gestured him to shut the door with one commandingly whirled finger.