Quotes from Rachel Caine

I'm not one of those jackasses who feel the need to strap an AR15 to their back to pick up groceries; those people live in a dystopian fantasy where they're the heroes in a world full of threats.

Goliath fell to a slingshot and a stone. and the Library is a lumbering giant, dying of its own arrogance; it has to change or fall. We have the tools. The will. The knowledge.

It didn't help matters that Khalila suddenly broke down in tears. Even Glain seemed emotional. Jess was a little surprised by that. But the real question, Jess thought, is 'why I feel so little and they feel so much.' Maybe it was his upbringing. Maybe it was all the death he'd seen in the smuggling trade. Or maybe he was just trying to keep it all locked in a small, dark box until he could face what he felt.

NBD, I know, stands for no big deal.

his loyalty was as unbreakable as she imagined that thick skull to be. She cherished him. She cherished all of them, in ways that continued to unfold in new and surprising directions.

Shane and Claire quickly moved to stand back to back. So did Eve and Michael. Among the four of them, they were covering every angle. "Lurking isn't answering," Shane said. "Oliver? Little help?" Instead, one of the shapes stepped forward into the light. Morley. Claire felt relieved, and annoyed. Of course it was Morley. Why had she ever doubted it? He was the champion lurker of all time.

It's a guy thing. We have reactions to women in tight leather with whips. It's sort of involuntary.

I'm too broken to be broken anymore.

The back door popped open, and Claire, fairy wings all a-flutter, pulled Miranda inside. It was like a military operation, only with one hundred percent less camouflage.

But I warn you, what pulls them together is nothing a mortal man may battle; it is a holy fire, I tell you, a most holy fire that burns in them. The devil can stoke a fire as well as ever God could.

When I'm feeling uncomfortable, I attack. It makes people step off and gives me time to find my way.

It is a terrible arrogance to think that there are any of humankind who are better or worse, or worthy or not.

Shred all that, then take the pieces to the incinerator at the end of the hall for burning. I like to be thorough.

Boys are idiots. You'd think Shane could just say, 'Oh man, I'm glad you're alive,' but no. It's either guilt or amateur night at the Drama Queen Theater.'" She blew out a frustrated breath. "Boys. I'd turn gay if they weren't so sexy.

Stripping away the humanity because that is the only way I can save myself and still watch this unrelenting horror.

Nightmares aren't frightening once you wake up.

Tota est scientia.

Run first, mourn later.

Faith. Faith in what? He'd believed in the Library, the ideal of it, anyway. He believed that it was doing good, and more, that it wanted to do good. But now he'd seen the dirty underside, and he couldn't hold on to his faith much longer.

I'm fine," I automatically tell her, because that's what I always tell her. And myself. But it doesn't take a paid psychologist to figure out that I'm not okay. I'm having flashbacks. Cold sweats. Nightmares. And now this

Nostalgia is for normal people.

I want you to know that when it comes, when it all falls down, it's your fault, you worthless, stupid bitch. I should have started with you. But I'll finish with you, one of these days. You think I won't touch you? I will. From the inside out.

And most of all, it's such a young male thing to say, this automatic assumption of safety. Women, even girls of Lanny's age, don't think that way. Parents don't. Older people don't. It reveals a certain blind, entitled ignorance to how dangerous the world really is.

There's nothing quite as scorching as a teenager's contempt. It has a breathless sting, and it lingers for a very long time.