Quotes from Tim Pratt

Drake always thinks the glass is half full. Me, I think the glass is half full of poison.

semihippie sorta-kinda-artists who cobble together a living one way or another." I bristled a touch. "I'm a sorta-kinda-artist, you know." "Really? You don't strike me as a sorta-kinda woman, Bekah. Seems like you'd go all out.

Contrails. Also helicopters. Skydivers. Basically everything

She sat in her chair and looked around the room. What should she take with her? The antique chatrang board her predecessor had given her? Her mummified baby alligator, which she had on the theory that every sorcerer's lair should have a mummified reptile of some kind?

Entropy gets in everywhere.

He gestured at himself. "You see this, Bekah? This whole package here? It contains multitudes." "I knew you were full of something." "Iron

She felt either apathy or hostility toward almost everyone, and she was happy that way.

Change the music. What you hear, what you play. Maybe even who you are. Lets you fix things and the added bonus is it confuses the devil. Makes it hard for him to focus on you for a time.

lost much. The thought of my body's chirality

the counters and center island were crammed with mason jars and novelty saltshakers and cookie jars in the shapes of cats, blimps, pumpkins, frogs, robots, potbellied demons, and other things.

Sweet dreams." Elena gave her a blank look. "That seems very unlikely.

The Dooryard changes everything!

There's no use arguing with someone's subjective experience,

I don't want awesome powers. They come with awesome responsibilities, and those suck.

Don't die. I'd be devastated to lose all my new weapons.

Summoning up the images in my imagination was easy. Getting them out of my head and onto the canvas was harder. The hardest thing. Sometimes, I thought, the impossible thing. Often, I thought, the only worthwhile thing.

He was a bitter little misanthrope but good with a spanner.

I think I figured out a thing." "Is it a good thing, or a bad thing?" "Definitely one of the two,

maybe it explodes. No reason to think it will, except for the way a lifetime of consuming fiction makes me associate countdowns with things exploding.

Ashok is composed largely of enthusiasm.

I used to make a nest in the closet of my bedroom with pillows and blankets and a flashlight and a book. My own tiny world, sacred and inviolate, where I could reign entirely at my own whim and discretion.

Come have a drink with me?" "Isn't it early for that?" Callie shrugged. "We have a saying: 'It's always five o'clock in space.

You think we're hiding our secret mastery of the galaxy. In reality, we're hiding something else. Something much worse.

I am not perfect, far from it, but there is no furnace of death inside me.