Quotes from Kristin Cashore, Fire

It seemed to Fire it was rarely enough one knew a person one wished to marry. How unjust then to meet that person, and be kept from it because one's bed was made of hay and not feathers.

Could you attempt, at least, to make yourself presentable? I know this is a war, but the rest of us are trying to pretend it's a party.

Archer wouldn't consider her allowance of the guard to be evidence of the powers of rational argument. He'd take it as proof that she was in love with whichever of her guards was the most handsome.

The poacher's murderer was a man after Archer's own heart, for Archer also didn't like men to hurt Fire or make her acquaintance.

When Brocker arrived he took her hands and held them to his face and cried into them.

If her enemies were Brigan's friends and her friends were Brigan's enemies, then the two of them could walk through the world arm in arm and never be hit by arrows again.

And of course she understood now why her body wanted to run whenever he appeared. It was a correct instinct, for there was nothing to be got from this but sadness.

If we knew a person was going to die, we'd hold harder to the memories."Fire corrected him, in a whisper. "The good memories.

It's not reasonable to love people who are only going to die.

Tell me what I can do to help you feel better."Well...I always like when you kiss me..."Do you?"You're good at it. "Well, that's lucky. Because I'll always be kissing you.

How unjust then to meet that person you love, and be kept away from them only because ones bed is made of hay, and the other, feathers.

I know this is war, but the rest of us are trying to pretend it's a party.

Brigan, could you attempt, at least, to make yourself presentable? I know this is a war, but the rest of us are trying to pretend it's a party.

What was the purpose of a woman monster?It came out in a whisper. 'What am I for?

Gratitude takes less energy than anger.

If we're to be judged by our parents and grandparents, then we all may as well impale ourselves upon jagged bits of rock.