Quotes from Karen Marie Moning

Omnipotent not omniscient. We are frequently blinded by how much we see.

People treat you as badly as you let them treat you. Key word there: let.

Barrons knows virtually everything about me. I wouldn't be surprised if somewhere he has a little file that encompasses my entire life to date, with neatly mounted, acerbically captioned photos—see Mac sunbathe, see Mac paint her nails, see Mac almost die.

Holy borrowing bibliophile, let's book!

Life's not linear at all. It happens in lighting flashes. So fast you don't see those lay-you-out cold moments coming at you until you're Wile E. Coyote, steamrolled flat as a pancake by the Road Runner, victim of your own elaborate schemes.

He gives me a look that says, "Dude, if I knew that do you think I'd have enlisted your puny help?" I snicker. "Something funny here." "You. All prickly and pissed 'cause there's something you don't know. Got to call on the megaservices of the Mega." "Ever occur to you I'm using you for reasons your inferior human brain can't begin to understand.

Sometimes the small pleasures in life are the sweetest.

Sheep are always looking for a new shepherd when the terrain gets rocky.

I'd rather live a hard life of fact than a sweet life of lies.

You are what you are. Find a way to live with it.

What no one tells you is that when someone you love dies, you lose them twice. Once to death, the second time to acceptance, and you don't walk that long, dark passage between the two alone. Grief takes every shuffling, unwilling step with you, offering a seductive bouquet of memories that can only blossom south of sanity. You can stay there, nose buried in the petals of the past. But you're never really alive again.

Hope is a critical thing. Whithout it, we are nothing. Hope shapes will. The will shapes the world.

Nobody home but She for Whom I Am the World. Can't go on like this, can't keep doing it.- Jericho Barrons

You've been doing something bad since the moment you met me, lass.

I was nothing if not determined; at least twice a week I would wear bright, pretty clothes. I was afraid if I didn't, I'd forget who I was. I'd turn into what I felt like: a grungy, weapon-bearing, pissy, resentful vengeance-hungry bitch.

Life didn't explode in the sunshine and pretty places. Life took the strongest root with a little bit of rain and with a whole lot of shit for fertilizer. Although love could grow in times of peace, it tempered in battle.

I want to tell her revenge is a devil you don't want to worship. In destroying your enemy you become it.

Gazelles didn't lie down with lions, at least not unbloodied and alive.

What have you stuffed in your pants, MacKeltar?" she demanded. "Nothing that wasn't God-given," he replied stiffly. Gwen stared. "There's no way that's part of you. You must have gotten a sock or something stuck. Oh, my." She pried her gaze from his groin.

When Darroc returns, I know by the look in his eyes that I've chosen well. He thinks I picked black and red for him, the colors of his guard, the colors he has told me he selected for his future court. I chose black and red for the tattoos on Barrons' body. Tonight I wear my promise to him that I will make things right.

Dani, Dani, Dani." I flinch. I've never heard anyone say my name so gently. It creeps me all kinds of out. He's towering over me, arms crossed over his chest, scarred forearms dark against the rolled-up sleeves of a crisp white shirt. Heavy silver cuffs glint at both wrists. The light is smack behind his head, as usual. "You didn't really think I'd let you get away with it," Ryodan says.

If he killed her I'm going to beat him bloody and eat him piece by piece, slowly, with steak sauce.

I am a kite in a tornado, but I have a long string.

The illusions it had woven for me had taken place only in my head. The battle had been invisible to the naked eye, but the hardest ones are.