Quotes from Garth Nix

She fought back the tears in her eyes, because though she no longer felt she was one of the Clayr, she still felt she was a librarian and always would be, no matter what else she had become as well.

A breath? she asked. She didn't want to kiss just any wooden man. He looked nice enough, but he might not be like his looks. A kiss seemed very forward. He might remember it, and make assumptions.

Prepare a crossing party, snapped Horyse. A single person to cross. Miss Abhorsen, here. And Sergeant, if you or Private Rahise so much as talk in your sleep about what you may have heard here, then you'll be on gravedigging fatigues for the rest of your lives!

You know what they say: 'The cats and the owls and the better type of raven, know more of what is doing than any human maven.

It is always important to look beyond a pleasant visage.

Books help us anchor our souls, or re-anchor them; particularly for us, the left-handed, given the things we have to do.

The most important questions—"What are you? Where did you come from?"—had a whole range of answers, starting with "I'm the Disreputable Dog" and "from elsewhere" and occasionally becoming as eloquent as "I'm your Dog" and "You tell me—it was your spell.

I'm not going," he said. He held up the Third key like a weapon. Sensing his mood, it grew longer and sharper, till he was holding a trident as long as he was tall... "And anyone who tries to make me is going to suffer." "Twice," added the voice under the table.

Fantasy writers, they're the bane of our existence!

Oh, Dog! Lirael said plaintively, giving the hound a hug. Why is everything so difficult? It just is, said the Dog, woofling gently in her ear. But sleep will make it seem easier. A new day will bring new sights and smells.

A zlo plodí zlo, zlo zamoÃ…â"¢uje místa a pÃ…â"¢itahuje k nim dalÅ¡í zlé skutky...

Shakespeare knew too much.

I've been thinking that it's as if my ancestors are saying it's all right to make things. That's what I'm meant to do. Make things, and help the Abhorsen and the King. So I'll do that, and I'll do my best, and if my best isn't good enough, at least I will have done everything I could, everything that is in me. I don't have to try to be someone else, someone I could never be.

Garth on where Sabriel came from Sabriel grew very much out of the story... Sometimes people ask me, 'Why did you write a strong young woman character?' I just thought she was more interesting than if she was a young man.

One thing I did learn early on was not to put all my trust in magic. If it can be done without magic, it's better done without magic.

Lirael didn't answer either question. She just looked at him, waiting for him to talk. He met her gaze at first, then faltered and looked away. There was something unnerving about her eyes. A toughness he had never seen in the young women he knew from the debutante parties in Corvere. It was partly this that made him talk, and partly a desire to impress her with his knowledge and intelligence.

Arthur sighed and barely managed to whisper, "Key... hold the Hour Hand for... a minute... a minute...

I love you too, but my time with you has passed.

A tree is strong But the wind is stronger A stone is strong But the sea is stronger The sun is strong But sorrow is stronger

And you know 'no offense' means 'I am about to be or have just been fucking offensive.

It is never the dogs who break faith.

continue to love each other, something I discover is not an automatic state but must be worked at, like an ever-changing tactical problem, though I would never describe it that way to my beloved

I don't particularly want to meet anyone. I'm quite happy by myself. Or at least, I was, back home.

There was John Masefield's The Box of Delights; and the C. S. Lewis Narnia books; and Patricia Lynch's The Turf-Cutter's Donkey; The Winter of Enchantment by Victoria Walker; Black Hearts in Battersea by Joan Aiken; several of Rosemary Sutcliff's historical novels, including Susan's favorite, The Silver Branch; Power of Three by Diana Wynne Jones; The Weirdstone of Brisingamen by Alan Garner; Five Children and It by E. Nesbit; and many others.