Quotes About Identity

But for some reason I have not yet become a fish. - The Box Man, p.36

I don't think there is any point in continuing writing. Since I have neither killed nor been killed, there's nothing further to explain. (Box Man, p. 38)

When Rydstrom shut the door, Cade stared at it for long moments. At length, he turned for the steps. Fuckall, he said on a stunned breath. Does this mean I'm no longer the bad brother...?

Eves, on the scale from wholesome to whoresome, you're practically Amish.

Can't help the way I was raised—anything supernatural is supposed to be either a miracle or satanic. I rolled my eyes. "And you're still trying to figure out which I am?" Non. I'm trying to figure out if I'm still Catholic." He grinned that heart-stopping grin.

Fuckhead: The name's MariKETA. Go to hell, The WITCH, doing a creepy spell somewhere right now.

What's your name?" "What do you want it to be?" "Are you a vampire?" "Not the last time I checked.

My looks had gone from well-kempt cheerleader to apocalyptic disasterpiece.

I'll begin with the most basic. What are you?" "Pussy Cat Doll?" she asked, immediately doing a slow headshake at his look. "Judge, jury and executioner." He scowled. Her eyes lit up. "Transient! What? Really. No? Babe in Toyland?

Why don't you just buy me a minivan, zip me into mom jeans, and shoot me in the face - Melanthe the potential Queen of Persuasions:

You're arrogant." "I'm Dacian. You can't have one without the other.

MacRieve: You can't drop a line like that without unpacking it. Nix: Just did. You-Lame. MacRieve: It's MacRieve!

Mel scoffed. "Eves, on the scale from wholesome to whoresome, you're practically Amish.

Kill the unclean one!" Being called that was really getting old. Like it'd been funny the first two times . . .

I'd asked Máxim, "What will it take to get a smile out of that man?" "Your real name and ID. That's all he wants out of life. And possibly almond candies.

Why couldn't I be down there having fun like a normal teenage girl? Why did I always have to feel threatened? Under fire?

Lanthe, when we get older, you're going to be mine." She blinked up at him from a garland she'd been braiding. "How can I be yours when I'm my own?

Cuéntate a ti misma eso, valkiria. —Se inclinó para capturar sus jadeos con sus labios—. Tanto como quieras.

Sabine was now sixteen and old enough to begin doing what any girl like her would." Brazen Mortal crossed her arms over her chest and knowingly said, "Prostitution." "Wrong. Commercial fishing." "Really?" "Noooo," Sabine said. "Fortune-telling.

I grew up in a Spanish-speaking household." With una madre loca, Catholic to the core.

I like myself. Other than some late blooming magickal powers and some sealed legal records, I think I'm pretty fucking nifty. -Mariketa

Then I remembered something. I was Lark freaking Inukai. I sat up, swiping my tears away. I defanged killers. I defused their aggression. I found out their weaknesses and exploited them ruthlessly. You don't know me, Death. Every

When Rydstrom shut the door, Cade stared at it for long moments. At length, he turned for the steps. "Fuckall," he said on a stunned breath. Does this mean I'm no longer the bad brother . . .

Aren't Valkyries . . . bigger?" She gave him a look of disgust. "The vampire is turning his nose up?" "No, I didn't mean it like that. It's merely difficult to believe, since you're so small." "Small? I'm almost five and a half feet tall, a very good size for a Valkyrie." Then her expression became one of realization as she said, "I hate being called small.