Quotes from Jacqueline Carey

Mayhap Bao was right, and I did fall in love as easily as other people fall out of a boat; but I loved in earnest.

training in the Fortress of the Winds, I'd never developed a full appreciation for the power of disguise. Oh, I understood it on an intellectual level—it was Brother Yarit's disguise that had allowed him to take Brother Jawal by surprise in the Trial of Pahrkun—but I'd never felt it.

How he did it, I do not know, for by then the cold and exhaustion were so deep in my bones that I could barely think. It wasn't until he returned, hollow-eyed, that I realized he was worse off than I. It is a strange thing, human endurance.

They will blame me. That is the risk poets take when we exaggerate for the sake of effect, which is what we do. And believe me, there are many who agree with the sentiment.

There are many things wealth cannot buy, and most of those are enumerated by philosophers who have never woken wondering if this day would be their last.

I'm envious." She gave another shrug. " 'Tis a poet's curse to live in placid times.

It is my observation, though, that happiness limits the amount of suffering one is willing to inflict upon others. I like to think it might have been so.

Believing a thing does not make it true.

Love as thou wilt. They are fools, who reckon Elua a soft god, fit only for the worship of starry-eyed lovers.

Hard, his hands on my shoulders; my head rocked with the force of his fury as he shook me. Ah, Elua, it was sweet! The violence of it was spark to tinder for me.

One day I took my courage in both hands

Guild takes an almighty risk when it decides to unleash the bottled lightning of a riot. Easy to start, hard to control.

Beauty inspires love; so it is said, in Terre d'Ange. Was it done that we might find this world worthy of loving?

It is a funny thing, how one's perspective changes.

Knowledge is never wasted.

You were the most desirable woman I've ever seen, and I resented you for it. Foolish, but true.

It's not wise to trust a poet with one's secrets, but it's not wise to cross them, either

Never underestimate the power of a poet, even a disgraced one.

How could anyone endure what we had known and still be capable of so much goodness?

I thought about Imriel de la Courcel. What would it be like, at ten years old, to learn that everything you had believed about your life was a lie? To learn that you were a traitor's get, that your very existence was part and parcel of an unthinkable scheme, and people you'd never met would gladly see you dead?

Though he was her enemy, he treated her with unfailing courtesy.

slipped past them to return to the palace to engage in pointless speculation with Zariya.

Jehanne said that it would always be like this. That I would always be young and beautiful in her memory, and she in mine. That I would never grow resentful, never be tempted to betray her. That she would never grow restless and fickle, and see to replace me. So you see, not exactly the sentiments of a great and terrible love affair.

You can't separate the means from the cause, Brigitta. In theory, perhaps, but not in practice. We are dealing in realities here.