Quotes from Karen Marie Moning

Haven't you heard of Newton's First Law of Motion? It's inertia, MacKeltar. An object that's at rest wants to stay at rest. I can't be expected to overcome laws of nature. That's why exercising is so difficult for me.

No nightmare could have conjured the nauseating food she'd choked down late last night, nor in any dream would she have subconsciously surrounded herself with such primitive amenities. Fertile though her imagination was, it was not sadistic.

Men. Do they all evade as first line of defense?

Being needed is toxic." "It's good to be needed. Means you're important." "It means there's an imbalance of power. There was no shortage of life-suckers before the walls fell. You're not responsible for the world just because you're more capable." " Ã¢â'¬â"¢Course I am. That's what more capable folks do.

all about what we can live with and what we can't live without.

I'm always thinking things are as bad as they can get and they get worse.

I see ye've decided to stay in the cave with the bear, which isna all bad; his growl is much worse than his bite, once ye get him to relax.

I said breathe. Not do a fish-out-of-water imitation.

It's almost as if we're invisible to them, even the ones with eyes intact, I murmur as I rise. The Winter Court tirelessly hunted us for a nightmarish eternity, yet here we are—and not one of them seems to care. Don't count on it.

There's no such thing as normal," Barrons says. "You keep thinking that. You suffer hiraeth." "Here-eyeth?" I echo. "A Welsh word that means unattainable longing for a place—or perhaps more accurately a state of being—that never existed. Nostalgia for something that never was.

My clarinet sounded like an apoplectic yak. For the brief days I blew the trumpet, a hostile-sounding pig snorted along in jerky fits and starts with the rest of the irritated band.

I was not supposed to reveal her," he lied swiftly, meeting Duncan's gaze with a silent warning. He was momentarily appalled at how easily the lie had sprung to his lips. See, , he berated himself, break one rule and they all go to hell.

Lack of visible cloven hoof, tail, or horns does not disguise the devil at my door.

Slick with sweat, I defile her with reverence. Or revere her with defilement. Every. Inch. Of. Her. Motherfuckingfinebody. She likes it. No holds barred with this woman. I wouldn't have believed it of her. And she does scream Ã¢â'¬Â¦

I relieved you of what you considered a despicable stain in your mind. Best fucking night of my existence." He laughs and shakes his head. "And you couldn't get rid of it fast enough. I didn't want to hide the memory from you. I wanted to cram it down your goddamn throat. I wanted to force you to face it, to want it, to want me, to be willing to fight for what was possible between us with the same single-minded devotion as you fucked.

Would he come pick me up at Barrons for our date? Gee, what if my enigmatic and cold-blooded host chose that night to turn off the outside lights again? Bye-bye cute boy, hello pile of clothes.

Some warnings are unilateral.

Even I know it's impossible in times of war to save everyone. For the love of Mary, it's impossible in times of peace.

I make a new discovery that totally blows. Dying is the easy part. It's coming back to life that sucks. One second I'm gone. I don't even exist. The next second, I'm on fire with pain.

Being smart is handy, but if you aren't mentally agile, it doesn't get you anywhere but stuck in your own fact-ruts.

Like one of them, she's been turned inside out but is still horrifically alive.

return my attention to the situation at hand and realize Reality—the impatient bitch—has made my decision for me. She does that a lot. You get busy planning your life, then it has the nerve to just go ahead and happen to you before you're ready. Before you even get the chance to aim yourself right!

There'd been a recent rain, and against the coal of night, the shiny cobbled streets gleamed amber, rose, and neon-blue from reflected lamps and signs.

For what is war renowned? He divides. He carves down the middle and makes enemies of even brothers and sisters, parents and offspring.