Quotes from Carol Goodman

Which of us can say what the gods hold wicked?

There's always that first step in skating, from dry ground to slick ice, when it just seems impossible. Impossible that two thin blades of metal will support you, impossible that because its molecules have begun to dance a little slower water will hold you up.

Little Red Riding Hood got what she deserved. You don't go walking in the woods alone if you want to avoid wolves." I was about to say something in response, but Nicky Ballard did it for me. "You could say that about the wolf, too. If you go around attacking defenseless girls, you can expect payback.

I think that sometimes when you get used to a bad thing -- like being in prison or getting kidnapped by fairies -- it's better to live with that bad thing than trying to change it. Because what if you get to chance to change it and you mess up? What if it's your last chance?

Holy shit!" Moondance swung around, her face now streaked with the ashy remains of the nephilim, her eyes wide at the sight of me. "Callie's back, and she brought a laser gun!

yes, he had been preoccupied, but hadn't that been what I was looking for--someone who wouldn't pay too much attention, someone who wouldn't look at me to closely?

Hush, hush, my bonnie sweet lamb. Tho' my ship must sail in the morning, I will be with you When the salt spray fans the shore, I will be with you When the wind blows the heather, I will be with you when the dove sings her song, Sing ba la loo laddie, sing ba la loo dear Hush, hush, my bonnie sweet lamb.

I told him then that I loved him. "Because I've read Jane Eyre?" he asked incredulously. "Not because I realized the voice really was yours and ran down the hill to find you?" "Both," I told him. "But mostly because of Jane Eyre.

We don't get to choose what truths God reveals to us -- but we do get to choose what we do with the truths -- whom we share it with and how.

Touched by an angel, my ass!" roared the woman, whom I recognized despite the ash covering her face: Moondance. "I'll touch you, asshole!" She fired again.

You see it is not enough to merely evade evil. One must seek it out and destroy it.

I could feel my difference—my wrongness—like an itch on my skin that threatened to spread into an ugly rash for everybody to see.

It is that time of evening when the sky shifts from indigo to violet. In sympathy, the sea has darkened to purple—a color that could earn the Homeric epithet "wine-dark." Lights are just beginning to come on around the shoreline, like beads being strung, one by one, on a curved diadem crowning the amethyst brow of the bay.

It should have been a happy time, but all around us our classmates were talking about what they planned to do when they graduated. Helen, though, didn't have a happy marriage or college or a flying career or military adventures to look forward to after graduation.

The smile he gives me comes slowly but reaches into someplace deep, someplace that feel as if it's never been touched until now, like the cold bottom of the lake that the sun has never warmed before this moment. "You forget," he says, "you're my heart's true love.

That's what Sunny was beaming about. This was what she loved—the process of making art even more than the final product.

It was van Drood who looked surprised. 'I thought she didn't love him,' he began. Helen's act had not only driven the shadows from Nathan, she had managed to confound the Shadow Master himself.

I know that the harder you try to dispel a legend the more power it gains.