Quotes from Rachel Hartman

The body is innocent. Deeply, beautifully, fundamentally innocent.

The world is surprisingly hard to destroy, whereas saving it can be done a bit at a time.

I was inclined to leave love unspoken.

What was rage but a cover for some secret fragility, some sorrow?

You won't like hearing this, but sometimes you can't fix what you broke. Sometimes you just have to live with it.

Anyway, it wasn't that flavor of love. She could leave and carry it with her. Time would not put a dent in it, nor distance snuff it out.

How was the wolf to blame, if the sheep were roaming free?

All the important parts, yes," I said firmly. "Maybe not all the eccentric details. Ask, and I will answer. What do you want to know?" "Everything." He had been leaning on his elbows, but he pushed back now and gripped the balustrade with both hands. "It's always this way with me: if it can be known, I want to know it.

You bluffed him? A Porphyrian double ton of fire and brimstone, fangs like swords, claws like … like swords! And you just … bluffed him?

Love and guilt are like ham and eggs. So many people enjoy them together, but there's no rule saying you must have one with the other. They don't even come from the same animal.

He smiled sadly, then placed his hand around mine so we were holding the book together. "I believe that - with everything I have," he said, holding my gaze. He kissed the edge of the book because he could not kiss me.

Bend like a willow. You made it sound so simple." "It was simple." "Indeed. I bent and changed everything. This is going to have consequences.

Are you in love with Prince Lucian?' screamed my uncle. 'What were you up to when I arrived? You weren't going to mate right here in the snow, were you?

The world is surprisingly hard to destroy.

Was it probably true that reasoning beings were equal? It seemed more like a belief than a fact, even if I agreed with it. If you followed logic all the way back to its origin, did you inevitably end up at point of illogic, an article of faith?

Get on with you, mooning about, wallowing in gooey sentiment. It doesn't change anything. "It does, though," said Tess, a blaze igniting in her heart, a blue flame. "Maybe the world isn't really different, but I am different, and I am in the world." Not just in it. She was it.

It is permissible to be the god of your own metaphors.

Love is not a disease.

A single action could derive from many motivations. I should never assume.

There are never just two choices. That is a lie to keep you from thinking too deeply.

Honestly, I wish I could stay. For future reference: do not underestimate the seductive power of math.

All your failures and hopes, your suffering and striving, are inconsequential, compared with this. They are nothing. You are nothing. It was a relief to be nothing; it felt deep and beautiful and true.

Once I had feared that telling the truth would be like falling, that love would be like hitting the ground, but here I was, my feet firmly planted, standing on my own. We were all monsters and bastards, and we were all beautiful.

The beauty of the place moved me; I loved how the clean air felt in my lungs, how far I was from everything I had ever known. People I'd hurt, people I'd failed, people who thought me a monster. Here there was no monster greater than the ragged mountains.