Quotes from Marjorie M. Liu

The gentle heart and its acts are the keys to enlightenment, and will open doors to worlds you have never imagined." ... ask yourselves this: when Adara Farclaw spoke of keys and doors, was she speaking only of philosophies or was she teaching us how to take our own first steps upon the road between worlds?

Mother Wolf, you called yourself. What does a wolf teach her pups but teeth and hunger? You didn't make me in your image. You made me into something worse.

What does a wolf teach her pups but teeth and hunger? You didn't make me in your image. You made me into something worse.

But no one builds better homes than those who have lost home.

I've got a black-belt in crazy, and I know where you live.

To quote the poets... we're fucked.

Expect the unexpected, my mother once said. Because the unexpected most certainly will be expecting you.

There's more hunger in the world than love.

Moscow was, as some said, the most beautiful mistress a man could ever want, but never cross her: like any good woman, she might just cut off your balls for the hell of it.

But focus always on your shame, and your shame will eat you. It will become you. That is the coward's way. A coward never has to learn.

Just because you are afraid you won't have anything tomorrow doesn't mean you shouldn't help people today.

He was a hot, hot former priest and she wanted to pull a Thorn Birds on his ass.

Nothing so bad you need to be cruel. Tough, yes. You'll have to kill, yes. But there's a difference in the heart. One makes you mean. The other keeps you going.

There was an art to living, and sometimes it required the inexorable, relentless resolve just to keep plowing forward, one step at a time, no matter what the hell it was you were doing.

Yes. Miss Halfwolf scares me a lot. But that doesn't make her a monster. Don't be like the Witches, Master Ren. They call us monsters because it makes it easier to hurt us. But monsters are people, too.

Tolstoy will live forever. Some people do. But that's not enough. It's not the length of life that matters--just the depth of it. The chances we take. The paths we choose. How we go on after our hearts break. Hearts always break. And so we bend with our hearts. And we sway. But in the end--what matters is that we loved and lived

Maxine," Grant said, but I barely heard him. I was lost in that vision, in those emotions—the pain, and hunger for pain, forming the root of so much agonized rage. " 'Fear leads to anger, anger leads to hate,'" I muttered. "Yoda, from Star Wars?" " 'Hate leads to suffering.'" I met his gaze. "Yoda knows his shit, man." Grant's mouth crooked in a gentle smile.

To become a future-teller, one needs only to study history.

They call us monsters because it makes it easier to hurt us. But monsters are people, too.

The good and the bad. It always happens together, and all you can do is press on. Press on.

It is possible to drown in information... and die for lack of wisdom.

What happened once, will happen again...but in a different form. To become a future-teller, one needs only to study history.

Any of those priests even sniff at you wrong, you fuck them over until they see Jesus.

I listened to the wind bury winter; and when I tasted his grace, his grace had no name; only, night became something else in his presence, as though darkness had a soul, here, swaying to heartbeats roaring.