Quotes from Franny Billingsley

There is one disappointment that has come with turning sixteen. I seem to be starting to grow.

You'd think you could count on your feelings, but no: they scurry around like mice, leaving horrid droppings wherever they go. You're always having to clean up behind them.

The first meeting of the Fraternitus Bad-Boyificus was also to be my first fighting lesson. I made a fist and showed it to Eldric. "Fistibus Briony." I shook my fist. "Eldric terrorificorumest?" "Terrific? I'm terrific!" "Not terrific!" I said. "Quite the opposite. Listen carefully: terrorificorum." "Hmm," said Eldric. "Grant me patience, O Jupiter Magnificum!" "Not terrified!" shouted Eldric at last. "never terrified of Briony's fistibus!" We laughed and laughed.

Never punch from the elbow." "Of course not," I said. "Only a stupidibus would fight like that." Guess what? I can punch as well as make people laugh.

When you hate yourself, you don't neglect your responsibilities. When you hate yourself, you never forget what you did

I very much like Kristin Cashore's books. I like Catherine Fisher's Incarceron ; it may be a bit more complicated then the books I tend to love, but I liked the characters very much. I loved the Mortal Engines series by Philip Reeve; those are fantastic! Then Jonathan Stroud also; I love, love, love the Bartimaeus series. Those are so witty and so smart. I love the demon Bartimaeus and I love his footnotes; I love everything about him.

The Blue Rose's Precepts went like this: Accept your sorrows, If you cannot change them Embrace your joys, So you don't estrange them.

I hadn't noticed the tiles in the regular-size house. They were painted to look like flowers. I saw the dollhouse better than I'd seen the real room. That was because it was small and concentrated. Gentleman Jack had told me about distillation, how you take a liquid and boil it so that at the end there's less liquid but it's purer. It's more truly its own self.

Wax was good. Wax was soft. Wax couldn't shatter like china. Wax was as beautiful as china.

Truth is irrelavant to the treading out of brain paths.

Truth is irrelevant to the treading out of brain paths.

truth is entirely irrelevant to the treading out of brain path

That's what stories do. They connect the random dots of life into a picture. But it's all an illusion. Just try to connect the dots of life. You'll end up with a lunatic scribble. But

Wine and bread. This has always seemed rather ghoulish to me, as though one were smearing the threshold with Puree of Christ. "Thank

Word magic. If you say a word, it leaps out and becomes the truth. I love you. I believe it. I believe I am loveable. How can something as fragile as a word build a whole world?

When you stop time, you don't accept your sorrows. When you stop time, you want everything to be the way it was before.

I was asking about lust, wasn't I? I was fairly certain of it. But isn't love supposed to come before lust? It does in the dictionary.

It wasn't quite a question. It was more of an invitation to tell him whatever I chose. Eldric game me a choice, and it was this that made me want to tell him everything.

Father sighed. "Please spare me these arguments of yours." "Whose arguments should I use?

Death had no lips, but it was smiling

Boxing's not that straightforward," said Eldric. "You can practice and practice, but the real experience will always be different. Lots of things are like that, actually.