Elizabeth Marx > Quotes

“... forgiveness is a four letter word: Love.”
― Elizabeth Marx, Binding Arbitration

“Immortality like this is about as useful as sunscreen on a submarine.”
― Elizabeth Marx, All's Fair in Vanity's War

“Severian moved toward her, kneeling in front of her. His voice was pleading when he said, "When I return I mean to make you mine."
"Do not return here Milord." She tried to pull away but some pain she saw in his face kept her eyes locked on him. "I am for Montparte."
"You have my heart Meri and I will not settle for less than an equal measure of yours.”
― Elizabeth Marx, Descent of Blood

“Aidan: "From the moment I laid eyes on her she was trouble to my concentration, my libido, and my mental health. After six weeks of pursuit, I’d trapped her between my upraised arms against a book case, somewhere betwixt Shakespeare and Voltaire. “I want the witchcraft in your lips,” I’d whispered. Instead of arguing, she grabbed me by the ears. She’d been soft lips, liberal tongue and nipping teeth. I’d contributed a willing body and a vulgar groan. She’d drawn away, licked her lips and ducked underneath my arms. When she was about three yards from me, she’s tilted her head up like a siren on the bow of a ship and pursed a devil-may-care smile at me before she bowed. She’d challenged me to pursue her, and I’d intended to, but when I pushed off, the bookcase fell backwards. I tumbled into a heap of literary tombs. I could still hear her laughing when the library’s elevator door chimed closed.”
― Elizabeth Marx, Binding Arbitration

“I circle your hands, I circle your heart. I mark with my brand, while we’re apart. I sparkle in both your joy and laughter, because I’m part of you ever after.”
― Elizabeth Marx, Binding Arbitration

“RESCUE DOCTRINE Repentance must be something more than mere remorse for sins; it comprehends a change of nature befitting heaven.”
― Elizabeth Marx, Binding Arbitration

“For beauty’s wound is sharper than any weapon’s, and it runs through the eyes down to the soul.”
― Elizabeth Marx, Cutters vs. Jocks