Hel Gibbons > Hel's Quotes

“October—

You were sleeping so peacefully that I was loath to wake you. Duke Torquill, after demanding to know what I was doing in your apartment, has requested that I inform you of his intent to visit after ‘tending to some business at the Queen’s Court.’ I recommend wearing something clinging, as that may distract him from whatever he wishes to lecture you about this time. Hopefully, it’s your manners.

You are truly endearing when you sleep. I attribute this to the exotic nature of seeing you in a state of silence.

—Tybalt
”
― Seanan McGuire, A Local Habitation

“My mother once told me that no woman is naked when she comes equipped with a bad mood and a steady glare.”
― Mira Grant, Feed

“Now I'm a God, but tomorrow, when you have to stop me from playing with dead things again, you'll be right back to calling me an idiot, won't you?”
― Mira Grant, Feed

“It's the oldest story in the world. Boy loves girl. Boy loses girl. Boy gets girl back thanks to the unethical behavior of megalomaniacal mad scientists who never met a corpse they wouldn't try to resurrect. Anyone coming within a hundred yards of my happy ending had better pray that they're immune to bullets. - Shaun Mason”
― Mira Grant, Blackout

“I suggest it’s time we head off to see the Wizard. The wonderful Wizard of Jesus We Are All So Fucked.”
― Mira Grant, Deadline

“It is spring, moonless night in the small town, starless and bible-black, the cobbledstreets silent and the hunched courters'-and-rabbits' wood limping invisible down to the sloeblack, slow, black, crowblack, fishingboat-bobbing sea.”
― Dylan Thomas, Under Milk Wood

“You can be someone's friend and have sex with them. The trick is you have to want their emotional and physical well-being more than you want to fuck them. If you cross that line and want sex more than their happiness, then you aren't their friend.”
― Laurell K. Hamilton

“NO. No no no. I don't want to screw you. I just love you. When did who you want to screw become the whole game? Since when is the person you want to screw the only person you get to love? It's so stupid, Tiny! I mean, Jesus, who even gives a fuck about sex?! People act like it's the most important thing humans do, but come on. How can our sentient fucking lives revolve around something slugs can do. I mean, who you want to screw and whether you screw them? Those are important questions, I guess. But they're not that important. You know what's important? Who would you die for? Who do you wake up at five forty-five in the morning for even though you don't even know why he needs you? Whose drunken nose would you pick?!”
― John Green, Will Grayson, Will Grayson

“You may choose your song, but know this: Tiny. Cooper. Hates. Over. The. Rainbow.”
― John Green, Will Grayson, Will Grayson

“She has enough black eyeliner on to outline a corpse, and her skin's so pale she looks like she's just broken dawn.”
― John Green, Will Grayson, Will Grayson

“She’s adorable .” “How would you know?” “I’m gay, not blind. Her hair’s all poofy and she’s got a great nose. I mean, a great nose. And, what? What do you people like? Boobs? She seems to have boobs. They seem to be of approximately normal boob size. What else do you want?”
― John Green, Will Grayson, Will Grayson

“Even when she slept, she tossed and turned and squirmed, like she was secretly a hurricane forced into a girl-body and told to exist as best she could among people who had no idea what it meant to secretly be a weather pattern.”
― Seanan McGuire, A Red-Rose Chain

“I just wasn’t sure it was a good idea to approach heroing the way I’d always approached detecting. Can you really shake the world until justice falls out?”
― Seanan McGuire, A Red-Rose Chain

“Just thinking about how long it’s been since I’ve managed to wind up covered in blood,” I said. “It’s like a new trend. A blood-free trend.”
― Seanan McGuire, A Red-Rose Chain

“I just feel like we’re starting to interfere on a level that’s sort of . . . extreme.” “But that’s what heroes do.”
― Seanan McGuire, A Red-Rose Chain

“Then he looked back to me, and smiled. It was a terrible expression, filled with edges, and with knives.”
― Seanan McGuire, A Red-Rose Chain

“I hate that you make me be a monster for you,”
― Seanan McGuire, A Red-Rose Chain

“May’s style was best described as “Jem and the Holograms meets Rainbow Brite.”
― Seanan McGuire, A Red-Rose Chain

“I have a swizzle stick shaped like a little monkey,” announced Rose. “Let’s help the dead man with his problem.”
― Seanan McGuire, The Ghosts of Bourbon Street

“We’re good,” said Rose, sounding faintly disgusted. “Get into the digestive tract of the hybrid dead woman. Everything’s fine.”
― Seanan McGuire, The Ghosts of Bourbon Street

“Now, if you will excuse me, a dead woman is trying to convince me to drink something that comes in layers.”
― Seanan McGuire, The Ghosts of Bourbon Street

“She’s as big as four-fifths of five-eighths of fuck all, but she takes no bullshit from anyone.”
― M.R. Carey, The Girl With All the Gifts

“Denial is a stage she goes through very quickly indeed, because her reason strikes down the demeaning, treacherous thought as quickly as it rises. There’s no point in denying the truth when the truth is self-evident. There’s no point in denying the truth even if you have to wade through thorn thickets and minefields to get to it. The truth is the truth, the only prize worth having. If you deny it, you’re only showing that you’re unworthy of it.”
― M.R. Carey, The Girl With All the Gifts

“Make your choice, adventurous Stranger,
Strike the bell and bide the danger,
Or wonder, till it drives you mad,
What would have followed if you had.”
― C.S. Lewis, The Magician's Nephew

“No,' she said. 'No, I don't reckon that's what I do now. Are you watchin', Mrs Gogol? Are you watchin' real close?'

Her gaze travelled the room and rested for just a fraction of a second on Magrat.

Then she reached over, carefully, and thrust her arm up to the elbow into the burning torch.

And the doll in Erzulie Gogol's hands burst into flame.

It went on blazing even after the witch had screamed and dropped it on to the floor. It went on burning until Nanny Ogg ambled over with a jug of fruit juice from the buffet, whistling between her teeth, and put it out.

Granny withdrew her hand. It was unscathed.”
― Terry Pratchett