Anna > Anna's Quotes

“...slow and drunk is no match for fast and scared shitless.”
― Ransom Riggs, Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children

“Bye, Felicia.”
― Pierce Brown, Morning Star

“Forget a man’s name and he’ll forgive you. Remember it, and he’ll defend you forever.”
― Pierce Brown, Morning Star

“The Reaper has come. And he’s brought hell with him.”
― Pierce Brown, Morning Star

“You and I keep looking for light in the darkness, expecting it to appear. But it already has.” I touch his shoulder. “We’re it, boyo. Broken and cracked and stupid as we are, we’re the light, and we’re spreading.”
― Pierce Brown, Morning Star

“If your heart beats like a drum, and your legs a little wet, it’s because the Reaper’s come to collect a little debt.”
― Pierce Brown, Morning Star

“I’m a bloodydamn Helldiver with an army of giant, mildly psychotic women behind me and a fleet of state-of-the-art warships crewed by pissed-off pirates, engineers, techs, and former slaves.”
― Pierce Brown, Morning Star

“You tell anyone I cried, I’ll find a dead fish, put it in a sock, hide it in your room, and let it putrefy.”
― Pierce Brown, Morning Star

“Tidings! It’s Uncle Sevro and the Moderately Friendly Giant.”
― Pierce Brown, Morning Star

“You! Troll!" Sevro shouts. "I'm a terrorist warlord! Stop throwing me. You made me drop by candy!”
― Pierce Brown, Morning Star

“Sevro." I lean forward. "Your eyes..."
He leans in close. "Do you like 'em?"
"Bloodydamn. Did you get Carved?"
"By the best in the business. Do you like 'em?"
"They're bloodydamn marvelous. Fit you like a glove."
He punches his hands together. "Glad you said that. Cuz they're yours."
I blanch. "What?"
"They're yours."
"My what?"
"Your eyes!"
"My eyes..."
"Do you want the eyes back?" Sevro asks, suddenly worried. "I can give them back."
"No!" I say. "It's just I forgot how crazy you are."
"Oh." He laughs and slaps my shoulder. "Good. I thought it might be something serious. So I'm prime keeping them?"
"Finders keepers," I say with a shrug.”
― Pierce Brown, Morning Star

“You're not nothing.”
― Tui T. Sutherland, Prisoners

“Dedication

For everyone who knows there was enough room for Leonardo DiCaprio on that door.

And for England. We’re really sorry for what we’re about to do to your history.”
― Cynthia Hand

“I’m so hungry I could eat a horse. Oh. Sorry, G. Not you, of course.”
― Cynthia Hand, My Lady Jane

“Poor King Edward, now under the ground.
Hacked his lungs out. They've yet to be found.”
― Cynthia Hand, My Lady Jane

“He wanted to tell her she'd have more room if she'd just get rid of her books, but he supposed that in her case, it would be like telling a mother she'd have more room if she threw out her children.”
― Cynthia Hand, My Lady Jane

“Because he was English and that's what the English do under stress: they drink tea.”
― Cynthia Hand, My Lady Jane

“(We are merely narrators, and would hate to make assumptions as to what the reader would find tragic.)”
― Cynthia Hand, My Lady Jane

“Rowan considered for a moment, and then said, "I have known many kings in my life, Dorian Havilliard. And it was a rare man indeed who asked for help when he needed it, who would put aside pride.”
― Sarah J. Maas, Empire of Storms

“I don't want to be a man," said Jace. "I want to be an angst-ridden teenager who can't confront his own inner demons and takes it out verbally on other people instead."
"Well," said Luke, "you're doing a fantastic job.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Ashes

“Mom. I have something to tell you. I’m undead. Now, I know you may have some preconceived notions about the undead. I know you may not be comfortable with the idea of me being undead. But I’m here to tell you that undead are just like you and me … well, okay. Possibly more like me than you.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Ashes

“We need to talk. All of us About what we're going to do now."
"I was going to watch Project Runway.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Ashes

“I guess it’s true what they say," observed Jace. "There are no straight men in the trenches."
"That’s atheists, jackass," said Simon furiously. "There are no atheists in the trenches.”
― Cassandra Clare

“We need to talk,” she said. “All of us. About what we‘re going to do now.”
“I was going to watch Project Runway,” said Jace. “Its on next.”
“No you‘re not,” said Magnus. He snapped his fingers and the TV went off, releasing a small puff of smoke as the picture died. “You need to deal with this.”
“Suddenly you‘re interested in solving my problems?”
“I‘m interested in getting my apartment back. I‘m tired of you cleaning all the time.” Magnus snapped his fingers again menacingly. “Get up.”
“Or you‘ll be the next one to go up in smoke,” said Simon with relish.
“There’s no need to clarify my snap,” said Magnus. “The implication was clear in the snap itself.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Ashes

“That seems like stealing, doesn't it?" Simon pulled a cup toward him. He drew the lid back. "Ooh. Mochaccino." He looked at Magnus. "Did you pay for these?"
"Sure," said Magnus, while Jace and Alec snickered. "I make dollar bills magically appear in their cash register."
"Really?"
"No." Magnus popped the lid off his own coffee. "But you can pretend I did if it makes you feel better. So, first order of business is what?”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Ashes

“Magnus stood up and went to the window. He pushed the curtain back, letting in just enough light to silhouette his hawklike profile. "Blood," he said, half to himself. "I had a dream two nights ago. I saw a city all of blood, with towers made of bone, and blood ran in the streets like water."
Simon slewed his eyes over to Jace. "Is standing by the window muttering about blood something he does all the time?"
"No," said Jace, "sometimes he sits on the couch and does it.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Ashes

“I can't believe he didn't have the dignity and presence of mind just to get drunk and pass out in some gutter," said Jace. "I must say, I'm disappointed in the little fellow.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Ashes

“If I made a joke about just dropping by, would you write me off as cliché?”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Ashes

“Pain lanced through his neck. He gasped and his eyes flew open; Simon was sitting up on him, staring down with wide eyes, his hand across his own mouth. Simon's wounds were gone, though fresh blood stained the front of his shirt.
Jace could feel the pain of his bruised shoulders again, the slash across his wrist, his punctured throat. He could no longer hear his heart beating, but he knew it was slamming away inside his chest.
Simon took his hand away from his mouth. The fangs were gone. "I could have killed you," he said. There was a sort of pleading in his voice.
"I would have let you," said Jace.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Ashes

“With Jace, you don't really get to choose your insulting nickname.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Ashes