Quotes from Jacqueline Carey

All knowledge is worth having

Those that yield are not always weak

There are patterns which emerge in one's life, circling and returning anew, an endless variation of a theme

We are meant to taste of life ... and drink the cup of it to the dregs, bitter and sweet alike.

When Love cast me out, it was Cruelty who took pity upon me

Love child!" What else? You will find it and lose it, again and again. And with each finding and each loss, you will become more than before. What you make of it is yours to choose.

Let the warriors clamor after gods of blood and thunder; love is hard, harder than steel and thrice as cruel.

We speak of stories ending, when in truth it is we who end. The stories go on and on.

Fear and lies fester in darkness. The truth may wound, but it cuts clean.

Love is hard, harder than steel and thrice as cruel. It is inexorable as the tides, and life and death alike follow in its wake.

Happiness is the highest form of wisdom.

It is not wise to meddle with D'Angelines in matters of love.

And for a price, I will pretend absolutely nothing.

It's funny how despair can soon become an old companion

This is the secret that none dares tell who fights for a cause. Dying, we are all alike.

After you, it's all cheap tequila.

Whip us 'till we're on the floor, we'll turn around and ask for more, we're Phèdre's Boys! We like to hurt, we like to bleed, daily floggings do we need, we're Phèdre's Boys! Man or woman, we don't care, give us twins we'll take the pair! We're Phèdre's Boys! ...But just because we let you beat us, doesn't mean you can defeat us, we're Phèdre's Boys!

What is fear but courage's shadow?

Truly, it is in loss that we learn a thing's true value.

Wars come and go; politics endure.

I can see patterns in events, and behaviors; in mathematics, I follow slower

Garner knowledge, by any means possible

I wish sometimes that the gods would either choose better, or make their wishes clearer

I wondered if he could ever understand that it was a blessing, not a sin, to be graced with more than one love. It could be complicated; of course it could be complicated. And it opened one up to the possibility of more pain and loss. Still, it was a blessing I would never relinquish. Love, genuine love, was always a cause for joy.