Quotes from Laini Taylor

It was the hate of the used and tormented, who are the children of the used and tormented, and whose own children will be used and tormented.

I don't believe in prayer, but I do believe in magic, and I want to believe in miracles.

In all that was to happen, there would be that feeling of inevitability and rightness, and the sense that the universe was conspiring in it. It would be easy.

I'm going to join them", he said. And he did. When Sveva fled, Rath stayed and fought with the rebels. And died with them, right there at the toes of the mountains. And was dragged with them into a big pile. And burned

He'd sooner die trying to hold the world on his shoulders than running away. Better always to run toward. And so he did.

I have never in my life typed a heart symbol. Those are for milquetoast girls. Karou will probably think my phone's been stolen – or possibly my body, by a lovelorn alien. I send the text anyway. This is what comes back: …who is this??

This is Weep. You can't expect things to make sense here." Thyon didn't agree. "I expect they make perfect sense," he said. "Just under a different set of rules." It was a matter of learning the rules, like learning a new language.

He wanted to tell her that everything he had done he had done because he was broken, because watching her die had destroyed him, but there was no way to say it that didn't sound like he was trying to pin the blame outside himself

So here we are, talking about Roman unicycles and alien sandwiches and my sister's Italian misfortunes, while hanging in between us is: MY EPIC FAILURE TO CARPE. What's wrong with me?

I shudder to think. I might wear lace collars and laugh flower petals and pearls. People might try to pat me. I see them think it. My height triggers the puppy-kitten reflex- Must touch-and I've found that since you can't electrify yourself like a fence, the next best thing is to have murderer's eyes.

Hate could do that, too - live off nothing but itself - but not forever.

Just then, lit only by the flicker of his wings,the sight of him was so..right somehow. He was right. It made no sense at all, but the feeling flooded through Karou

There is unique pleasure in introducing the bizarre and inconceivable to others.

A kiss must end for another to begin, and it did, and did again.

And just so you know, the invaders are always the bad guys. Always.

All empires fail. They overreach, spread too thin, collect one enemy too many. They're gnawed at from within by corruption, greed, betrayal.

When it turned out that he could, Karou dropped to her knees to genuflect. "Gods of math and physics," she intoned, "I accept your gift of this clever fair-haired boy

She wanted to climb out of her life as if it were a seashell she could abandon on the shore and walk away from, barefoot.

An idea fell like a seed and over the next weeks it went on growing like a fig vine lush and conquering twining round her old beliefs and covering them in new growth until they were as invisible as a tiger in a thicket and just as deadly.

What are we fighting for? What are we killing for? What do you see when you look into the future?

Anyway, since when are you shy? Just talk to him already!' ' 'And say what? Nice fiddling, handsome man?' 'Absolutely.

Weep slept. Dreamers dreamed. A grand moon drifted, and, and the wings of the citadel cut the sky in two: light above, dark below.

What's my problem? I have so many, but violent tendencies and probable demonic origins are the ones that should concern you.

His arms around her, that's what she wanted, and… she wanted movement that spoke to movement, skin to skin and sweat to heat to breath to gasp.