Quotes from Laini Taylor

Yeah, buddy, that's a hand. You've got two of those bad boys. Good for you.

And yet… the only hope is hope.

He's a man, but he's got, like, cartoon princess skin. Don't ever tell him I said that, even though I mean it in the best possible way. He's got the manliest cartoon princess skin.

Innocently, as they moved past her, she added, "Oh, and don't trip over the body on the floor.

Is life worth keeping on with, whatever happens?" Was she talking about living broken, living with loss? Did she count his loss a real one, and did she really want to know or was there a barb in this somewhere? Sometimes, Akiva felt like he didn't know his sister at all. "Yes," he said, wary, thinking of the thurible, and Karou. "As long as you're alive, there's always a chance things will get better." "Or worse," said Liraz. "Yes," he conceded. "Usually worse.

And this totally normal conversation unspools from there, covering the basics: family, siblings, school, favorite composers, favorite movies, favorite wood (for carving puppets), the prehistory of the sandwich, and whether the ancient Romans got their togas caught in the spokes of their unicycles

So they layered cynicism atop their longing, and it was something like laying laughter over the darkness — self-preservation of an uglier stripe.

Judging from the array of swords and axes and daggers and bows and other implements of killing and dismemberment that they carried around, she gathered that manual dexterity was an imperative. The better to kill you with, my dears.

For what was a person but the sum of all the scraps of their memory and experience: a finite set of components with an infinite array of expressions.

La única esperanza es... la esperanza

And that's how you go on. You lay laughter over the dark parts. The more dark parts, the more you have to laugh.

The venom sang in him, and he was something more than human. He was a whirlwind. He was a god.

If there is a sphere where 'angels' dwell, is it a matter of semantics, whether we choose to call it Heaven?

It is life that expands to fill worlds. Life is your master or death is.

They hated the humans, but they also wanted to be them. They wanted to punish them, and they wanted to be embraced by them. To be accepted, honored, loved, like someone's child.

Como si él fuera ese lugar seguro que siempre estaba buscando y nunca encontraba.

But my family has always stuck to fabrication, with the idea that you can be decent at two high art forms or you can excel at one. We excel. Excellently.

The despair was entire, complete as a possession, but fleeting. It released her, and was gone, but it left Karou gutted, guttered, feeling for all the world like… …a candle flame extinguished by a scream.

She looked across the street at herself—as seen, remembered, and conjured by the dreamer—and she didn't see obscenity, or calamity, or godspawn. She saw a proud, smiling girl with beautiful blue skin. Because that was what he saw, and this was his mind.

I'm not a dream," said Sarai. There was bitterness in her voice. "I'm a nightmare.

Zuzana wondered if she could have been wrong about him, but dismissed the thought. Anyone who would wear all white like that clearly had issues. Just looking at him made her wish she had a paintball gun, but hell, you couldn't pack for every eventuality.

For what is living but a chain of impossible choices? Every choice casts a shadow, and sometimes those shadows stalk your dreams.

Dream up something wild and improbable.

Do you know what they're called? They're the Shadows That Live, Zuze. They're assassins." "Like me," said Zuzanna cheerfully.