Christina Lynch > Quotes

“American tourists come here and they see only the happy, beautiful Italy they want to see, and that the Italians want them to see. The party. They don’t see the scars. The ongoing struggles. Why would they? They don’t see them at home, either.”
― Christina Lynch, The Italian Party

“IAM A pony. But not just any pony. I am a pony who is bent on revenge. I am the Iago of ponies, a furry Fury. I am both adorable and devious, and, until I get what I want, I’m going to make every human I meet pay for your collective crimes.”
― Christina Lynch, Pony Confidential

“The world’s first bank was born here—Monte dei Paschi di Siena, in 1472. Before Columbus even set sail!”
― Christina Lynch, The Italian Party

“I don’t like to judge—” I whisper to the rat. “I hear you love to judge,” says the rat. “Okay, I do love to judge. I love it, but I am trying to be a better pony.”
― Christina Lynch, Pony Confidential

“IAM A pony. But not just any pony. I am a pony who is bent on revenge. I am the Iago of ponies, a furry Fury. I am both adorable and devious, and, until I get what I want, I’m going to make every human I meet pay for your collective crimes. I am a tiny, mop-topped demon, and I am coming for you.”
― Christina Lynch, Pony Confidential

“If the ponies are in charge, you can bet there will be snacks, naps, and a lot of fun.”
― Christina Lynch, Pony Confidential

“I’m older, pushing thirty now, and more clever in figuring out ways to do less and eat more. You know, quiet quitting. That’s pretty much what my life has become—where once there was passion and joy and energy and connection, then a burning desire to leave a trail of terror and debris in my wake, now there is only a selfish urge to do as little as possible, fill my belly, and take a nap.”
― Christina Lynch, Pony Confidential

“Meaning doesn’t come down from the sky, or in the form of a blue ribbon or a trophy; it comes from within us, in our bonds with one another. I know that now.”
― Christina Lynch, Pony Confidential

“A friend is one to whom one may pour out the contents of one's heart, chaff and grain together, knowing that gentle hands will take and sift it, keep what is worth keeping, and with a breath of kindness blow the rest away.
- Pony Confidential”
― Christina Lynch

“They’re like a motorcycle whose hair you can brush.”
― Christina Lynch, Pony Confidential