Quotes from Garth Nix

A kiss, said Mogget sleepy. Accualy a breath might do. But you eventualy have to start kissing someone sometimes, I suppose.

The final confirmation of strangeness lay beyond the Wall. It was clear and cool on the Ancelstierre side, and the sun was shining - but Sabriel could see snow falling steadily behind the Wall, and snow-heavy clouds clustered right up to the Wall, where they suddenly stopped, as if some mighty weather-knife had simply sheared through the sky.

Very few people ever met a necromancer, but anyone who did remembered the bells.

She looked competent, professional, a traveller who could look after herself. At the same time, she looked less like someone called Sabriel and more like the Abhorsen, capital letter and all.

What's too late?" asked Mogget. "Hold

There was magic and power in the type. . . . You could never truly finish reading such a book, for the contents changed at need at the original maker's whim, or to suit the phases of the moon or the patterns of the weather. Some of the books had contents you couldn't even remember till certain events might come to pass. Invariably, this was an act of kindness from the creator of the book, for such contents invariably dealt with things that would be a burden to recall with every waking day.

Thank you," said Lirael. "I am glad you didn't leave us out in the cold, despite rule thirty-four." "Rule thirty-six," corrected Mirelle, straight-faced as ever.

Both of them often turned to gaze at Sabriel.

It is the nature of Death to take, but the nature of Life to give.

So, you're the small troublemaker who foiled Saturday's Cocigrue, said Lady Friday. Leaf, a friend of the so-called Rightful Heir , this Arthur Penhaligon. How kind of you to visit.

How come it's all right for the bad guys to do whatever they want, and whenever I want to do something it's 'forget about it'? What's the good of being the Rightful Heir anyway? All I get is trouble!

What do you mean? I am Mogget, of course. The one and only Mogget. Though I have had other names.

as if they were crazed stoats that had to be got rid of before they killed again.

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.

Lunch] was composed of one of the fish she had caught, evidently rescued from Mogget. This had been grilled with ginger, pepper, and some spice she didn't know, set atop a salad of grains and greenleaf, accompanied by a lightly sparkling clear wine she had to admit was delicious and refreshing.

In the expectant quiet, there were only the usual sounds of the night. Wind in the big trees out past the school wall, starting to rise as the sky darkened, Crickets beginning to chirp. Then Sabriel heard it--the massed grinding of Dead joints, no longer joined by gristle; the padding of Dead feet, bones like hobnails clicking through necrotic flesh.

You mortals arose from the possibility she made and, though she always liked to think so, are consequently not of her direct design.

Ever thought of becoming a wizard?' - The Good Wizard 'Not before now,' said Anya. 'I've always wanted to be a sorcerer...' Her voice trailed off as the Good Wizard raised her eyebrows. 'But not so much anymore,' continued Anya.

Er, your librarians go into battle?" "When they must," said Lirael. "The Library is very old, and deep, and contains many things that have been put away for good reason. Creatures, dangerous knowledge, artifacts made not wisely, but too well . . . books that should not be opened without proper preparation, some books that should never be opened at all." "Creatures?

Believe in Lord Arthur. Believe in your Carp. We shall prevail.

I am a great believer that anything not expressly forbidden is explicitly allowed. - Mogget

You are chlorr....... I am the part of her that would not become what she became when I found free magic again and had to make my choice

It's a long way back. she said softly. Nick shrugged and held her hand tighter. Not so far as we've come already.

Merlin cleared his throat and began to sing in a powerful baritone: I am the very model of a modern Major-General, I've information vegetable, animal, and mineral— Vivien leaped upon him and put her hands to his throat. The siblings swayed to and fro, sending clothing racks scudding on their casters, until Merlin managed to weakly get out, "Enough! Okay, I won't sing.