Quotes from Carrie Vaughn

Did you think of anyone else?" Enid had asked the folk of this household. "Did you think of the next generation that'll have to work this land and wonder why they're getting half the yield they should? Or the ones who'll starve when the land gives up because you"—she had pointed at them, with two stiff fingers—"couldn't be bothered to take care of it?

You're Regina Luporum," Ned, Master of London, had said. "Of course strange things are happening to you.

Had to stay human. Wolf couldn't drive the freaking car. Or hold the gun.

I always told my callers, you can choose. You can decide what to do. Don't blame your homicidal urges or basic assholeness on being a monster, because you can choose. God help me. God, help me.

But the longing was the phantom ache of an amputated limb. It was part of her, and most of the time she didn't notice. But certain moments were like reaching for something with a hand that wasn't there.

The worst storms were the ones that changed you. The ones you remembered not for how bad they objectively were, but for how much damage they did to your own world. Banners, planted in memory.

A lot of these women had to overcome cultural conditioning against hurting other people, or even confronting anyone physically.

Humans - a renewable resource.

Because all Robin Hood stories are fanfiction. Robin Hood started out as fanfiction and has never been anything else.

I was a creature of the night, I wasn't supposed to be afraid of the dark. Not that it was the dark I was afraid of--it was the other creatures of the night.

Cormick! Anything even remotely resembling trespassing and breaking and entering is going to look bad to a parole officer!' Cormick stopped, then turned and headed back to the car, 'I hate that.' I thought a moment, 'I'm not on parole.' I started for the box... 'Don't touch anything you find,' Cormick said as we passed each other.

In the end, maybe that was what separated the real paranormal investigators from the charlatans. The charlatans kept up the aura of mystery and obfuscation. The real investigators kept asking why and how.

Cormac drove. He eyed me in the rearview mirror. "Anyone you want me to beat up?

You mean like some kind of A Midsummer Night's Dream shtick? For real?

Fish gotta swim, bird gotta fly, werewolf gotta have a pack?" I said wryly.

As if death were a resource that had to be earned, that could ever be used up or wasted.

even when you felt that your own life had tumbled irrevocably out of control. You did what you had to do, somehow. You kept racing ahead and hoped for the best.

And try to remember how to be an idealist.

That we have purpose for being who we are, and what we are, though we may not always know it.

Love had sneaked up on us rather than bursting upon us like cannons and fireworks.

I think we are here to make the world a better place then we found it. I think we do not always deserve the cards that we are dealt-good or bad. But we are judged by how we play the cards we are dealt. Those of us with a bum deal that makes it harder to do good-we just have to work a little more is all. There is no destiny. There is just muddling through without doing too much damage. ---Kitty Norville

You know, it isn't that were particularly good at granting wishes, or finding things or, well, anything . Playing tricks, maybe. but we pay attention. We find the loose thread that everyone else misses and tug. It makes us look so very clever.

I think we're here to make the world a better place than we found it. I think we don't always deserve the cards that we're dealt, good or bad. But we are judged by how we play the cards we're dealt. Those of us with a bum deal that makes it harder to do good—we just have to work a little more is all. There's no destiny. There's just muddling through without doing too much damage.

I like Nasser. He's creepy, but he seems sensible. For a vampire.