Quotes from Rachel Hartman

If I could keep a single moment for all time, that would be the one. I became the very air; I was full of stars.

I was just chased through St. Willibald's, and you know why? Because I was kind to a quig. I scrupulously hide every legitimate reason for people to hate me, and then it turns out they don't need legitimate reasons. Heaven has fashioned a knife of irony to stab me with.

She was the river, and the river had nothing to be ashamed of.

On a good day, he was friend enough. On a bad day, running into his inadequacy was like tripping up the stairs. It hurt, but it felt like my own fault.

Art is a conversation we are all invited to and are all worthy to participate in. Yes, great works can be intimidating, but no one else in the world has what you have—your voice, your eyes, your feeling and perspective. Other people have written great books, but no one else will ever write YOUR book. It's worth writing. That is the belief that carries me through.

Did I become court composer through masterful procrastination? Hardly!

He was exactly my height, which surprised me; my awe of him had made him seem taller.

Camba had bent her long neck down to Ingar's level and was muttering in his ear. "Do you feel the breeze on your face?" I heard her say. "That's yours, and worth feeling. Look at those orange clouds. All the trials of a day may be endured if you know there's such a sky at the end of it. Some days I told my heart to wait, just wait, because the sunset would teach me again that my pain was nothing compared with the eternal, circling sky.

Haven't you always been more than yourself? Haven't we all? We are none of us just one thing.

Ah, I could last a long time on those smiles. I would sow and reap them like wheat.

Light requires the high relief of darkness. Seeds sprout in darkness. Children are conceived, and the sun reborn. Death returns us to it. Darkness is not ... it's not wrong .

The darkness was full, fuller than she would ever have guessed, and she found this curiously comforting.

He was impugning my virtue. I ought to have been offended, but for some reason the idea tickled me. That could be my next career: instrument of torture! Seducing prisoners, and then revealing my dragon scales! They would confess out of sheer horror.

Tess trembled so hard her teeth chattered. "So it is with the body," said the nun, eyes narrowing fiercely. "The hated innocent becomes hateful. Goodness withers when it is continuously ground underfoot. We fulfill our parents' direst prophecies, then curl around our own pain until we can't see beyond ourselves.

An aged monk led me to the infirmary. "He's got the place to himself. Once the other invalids learned there was a dragon coming they miraculously got well! The lame could walk and the blind decided they didn't really need to see. He's a panacea.

I will see you both in Goredd, then, when I clasp your hands across the smoking ashes of my enemies." "Isn't that what you were trying to avoid by sneaking up the Omiga?" Kiggs said. The Comonot considered. "Yes, but I like the sound of those words. Interesting.

Nothing was just one thing; there were worlds within worlds. Those of us who trod the line between were blessed and burdened with both.

The road was possibility, the kind she'd thought her life would never hold again, and Tess herself was motion. Motion had no past, only future. Any direction you walked was forward, and that was as must be.

The world is seldom so simple that it hinges on us alone.

More insomniacs!' cried the doctor. 'Come in, come in".

I spent that many years thinking I was alone. Then you prance into my life, nearly giving me a paroxysm, and now you deign to tell me there are more.

I do what I have always done. I reach across and bring the worlds together.

To Tess's immeasurable disappointment, she woke up.

We are adrift, and the thinnest breeze may blow us where it will.