Catina Dulude > Catina's Quotes

Showing 1-12 of 12
sort by

  • #1
    “Sometimes truths are what we run from, and sometimes they are what we seek.”
    R.D. Ronald, The Elephant Tree

  • #2
    Andri E. Elia
    “Let a sleeping dragon lie.”
    Andri E. Elia, Borealis: A Worldmaker of Yand Novel

  • #3
    Michael G. Kramer
    “  “I am running back my tent to get my sub-machinegun. There are too many Noggies to kill using a pistol!” He then ran to where his scrape was and returned with the weapon.”
    Michael G. Kramer

  • #4
    Sara Pascoe
    “He thrust his shoulders back and spoke in a whisper that sounded like the hiss of a snake.
    ‘Yes, the very battle between good and evil, played out even in the lowliest of lives like yours. Witches killing dogs because they did not get their favourite drink.”
    Sara Pascoe, Being a Witch, and Other Things I Didn't Ask For

  • #5
    K.  Ritz
    “I walked past Malison, up Lower Main to Main and across the road. I didn’t need to look to know he was behind me. I entered Royal Wood, went a short way along a path and waited. It was cool and dim beneath the trees. When Malison entered the Wood, I continued eastward. 
    I wanted to place his body in hallowed ground. He was born a Mearan. The least I could do was send him to Loric. The distance between us closed until he was on my heels. He chose to come, I told myself, as if that lessened the crime I planned. He chose what I have to offer.
    We were almost to the cemetery before he asked where we were going. I answered with another question. “Do you like living in the High Lord’s kitchens?”
    He, of course, replied, “No.”
    “Well, we’re going to a better place.”
    When we reached the edge of the Wood, I pushed aside a branch to see the Temple of Loric and Calec’s cottage. No smoke was coming from the chimney, and I assumed the old man was yet abed. His pony was grazing in the field of graves. The sun hid behind a bank of clouds.
    Malison moved beside me. “It’s a graveyard.”
    “Are you afraid of ghosts?” I asked.
    “My father’s a ghost,” he whispered.
    I asked if he wanted to learn how to throw a knife. He said, “Yes,” as I knew he would.  He untucked his shirt, withdrew the knife he had stolen and gave it to me. It was a thick-bladed, single-edged knife, better suited for dicing celery than slitting a young throat. But it would serve my purpose. That I also knew. I’d spent all night projecting how the morning would unfold and, except for indulging in the tea, it had happened as I had imagined. 
    Damut kissed her son farewell. Malison followed me of his own free will. Without fear, he placed the instrument of his death into my hand. We were at the appointed place, at the appointed time. The stolen knife was warm from the heat of his body. I had only to use it. Yet I hesitated, and again prayed for Sythene to show me a different path.
    “Aren’t you going to show me?” Malison prompted, as if to echo my prayer.”
    K. Ritz, Sheever's Journal, Diary of a Poison Master

  • #6
    “I gave up on any hope of redemption long ago. Hell, at this point I’m simply waiting to die. So, leave before you waste any more of your time. I can’t and frankly don’t deserve to help you… 
”
    Cade Mengler, The Companions

  • #7
    Robert         Reid
    “As Audun detached the orb from the staff he heard the old alchemist’s words echo in his mind. “Your anger is good Audun, your power lies in your anger.” Audun opened his eyes again and lay back down in the wet grass as the words repeated themselves.
    Robert Reid – The Son”
    Robert Reid, The Son

  • #8
    Herman Melville
    “Though I cannot tell why it was exactly that those stage managers, the Fates, put me down for this shabby part of a whaling voyage, when others were set down for magnificent parts in high tragedies, and short and easy parts in genteel comedies, and jolly parts in faces—though I cannot tell why this was exactly; yet, now that I recall all the circumstances, I think I can see a little into the springs and motives which being cunningly presented to me under various disguises, induced me to set about performing the part I did, besides cajoling me into the delusion that it was a choice resulting from my own unbiased freewill and discriminating judgment.”
    Herman Melville, Moby-Dick or, The Whale

  • #9
    James   McBride
    “He was a true Jew, a man of ideas and wit who understood the meaning of celebration and music and that the blend of those things meant life itself.”
    James McBride, The Heaven & Earth Grocery Store

  • #10
    Arthur Miller
    “If I have to be alone I want to be by myself.”
    Arthur Miller

  • #11
    Gregory David Roberts
    “That's how we keep this crazy place together - with the heart. Two hundred fuckin' languages, and a billion people. India is the heart. It's the heart that keeps us together. There's no place with people like my people, Lin. There's no heart like the Indian heart.”
    Gregory David Roberts, Shantaram

  • #12
    Caleb Carr
    “– Нам сообщили, что это дело невозможно раскрыть, – ответил Морган.
    – Но зачем мешать попытке его раскрыть? – настойчиво спросил Крайцлер.
    – Потому, джентльмены, – раздался тихий голос у нас за спиной, – что пока дело считается нераскрываемым, никого нельзя обвинить в том, что его не раскрывают.”
    Caleb Carr, The Alienist



Rss